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
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's
Oh hell, there he go again talking that
Bend, like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you bout to see 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 you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not
Cause when we up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherfucker 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 don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp
Then let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw 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 clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin
Let me know when wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
Or will it know to be the regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we it, it just might get picked on
Or it give a fuck about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different keep hands to the sky
Like Sounds of when I practice what a preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

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

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

I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the (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 made the B
And like the daddy's wife you the coffee
You the A-T-L-iens
So back the up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
Found a way to my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to their part
God works in mysterious ways so 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 your in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you like fish and grits and all that shit
Then everybody let me hear you say

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