Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to your sweater
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see this player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay
Then I heard it's not what you but how much you spent
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 fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's that motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to you not to test but you don't listen
Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel up in prison

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

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

Now, my oral illustration be like stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet enough to
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world on
If or if not the child we gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators we different keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice 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 you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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

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

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

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

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