Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you to wear your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you to see this Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-O-I
It's that motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, the future of the world depends on
If or if not the we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the
I really feel that if we tune it, it just get picked on
Or will it give a fuck about what say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Like of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker can I get some reply?
Now say

Now throw hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your in the air
And wave 'em like you just care
And if you like fish and and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Everyday I sit while my be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems being frustrated
And now I'm at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B
And like the daddy's wife you making the
You heard the
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I piano in the dark
a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so he starts
The job of speaking us we be so sincere with this here
No or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm for war okay

Now your hands in the air
And wave 'em you just don't care
And if you like and grits and all that pimp shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

Now throw hands in the air
And 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer