Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, no one better
And I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar 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 from but you pay rent
I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst things, but I'm not worried
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 like Mr.
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G
It's same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you listen
Giving the out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the gender, ain't nothin better
Let me know when it's wet to enter
If not I'll wait, because the of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard of the skintone
I really feel if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we keep your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the of my pie
Now breaker, 10-4 can I get some reply?
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 that pimp
everybody 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 and grits and all that pimp shit
everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

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

as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my not to embark
The a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he
The job of speaking through us we be so sincere this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal as day
Put my glock I got a stronger weapon
never runs 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 pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer

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