Luyện nghe bài hát E.T.

B.o.B.]
Like I don't belong, I like I don't belong
Like I don't belong, like a
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, basically I'm an to y'all
I guess, I'm speaking in different than y'all
I guess, all you is my aliases all
I step into the Hall of Fame and put my in the wall
I'm like a Michael Angelo painting that in the wall
gated me off, by Hendrix while they play the guitar
Never had friends but me and was dawgs
Somewhere insane and famous
Guess my brain's a off
I'm in the b-b-basement d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours, hit the vapourisin' cough
Kill everything I see and behind a mountain of chalk
I the hand that I was dealt and made a house out of cards
You can't me to anyone, swag on every offical one
purple crop cirles, pack is loud as a [??]
Anti-gravity suit
Went from who are you to with the who's who
Paranoid of more than story-tales in fiction
Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my
Wanna cut me out the picture 'cause I'm bigger
I-I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never a quitter
Yeah, so the B.o.B. hate fence
I would say "Fuck ya" but I in safe sex
Signin' off, Jedi on the red eye
Rap god, I should have my own pray (eyy man, ray bands)

B.o.B.]
Like I belong, I feel like I don't belong
Like I don't belong, like a
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial,

2: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, it's the
in them [??] Jordans
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky start 'em
Far from the norm', I'm Norman Bates aqua
But nothing's far fetched a under-dog's barkin'
But they could get checked if I sign my goon's [??]
I don't phone home, I homies
And catch you at your with your homies, spoil a moment

Extra clips, bitch, homie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist
Gettin' high on extra with extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a world's Dwayne Wayne
Unexplained things in my strange brain
Unidentified flyin' object plane
'Cause I be on that Merry, I don't fuck with plain
in the backpack, no room for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up knee
All I do is fallback, smoke and keep seeds
'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
Help, trouble human, let alone a human being
trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I without no understandin' , that will be my own fear
And don't understand me, I know, I know, long hair