Luyện nghe bài hát Atliens

Well it's the M - I - letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your
Cause I'm than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go talking that shit
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a
And now you bout to see this Southern serve
I heard not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, other things, but I'm not worried
when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of
It tickles to see you try to be Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, 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 locked up in prison

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

Now, my oral be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, nothin better
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 to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get on
Or will it give a about what others say and get gone
The alienators cause we different your hands to the sky
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a ain't no lie
be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some
Now say

Now throw your 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

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

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in
Thinking about the second album at the shooting pool
E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not
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 the daddy's wife you making the coffee
You heard the
So the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the
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 ways so when he
The job of speaking through us we be so with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the clear as day
Put my glock away I got a weapon
That never runs out of so I'm ready for war okay

Now throw your 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 care
And if you like fish and grits and all pimp shit
Then everybody let me you say O-Yea-yer