Luyện nghe bài hát Bird's Eye View

Lets do man for real

We big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through
The beats is grim, the plush
The speaker bang, the sneaker won't lust
Snitches wish dead, the gon' bust
Catch you in the wrong spot, you
ill, bring the havoc, this is magic
Fake niggas out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted
cars, re endorsed yards
Everybody four stars, ray like forty jewelry
Your creature corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me
Head off the rip, grab the whip, maturely
around the vets in the sweats
Since '97 we was the extra
Fuck around a hundred
Flash flex, cash, drugs, and sex
Dumb smashing

Watching the game from a bird's eye
They say it's to keep trust so my third eye grew
Chakras open, scoping, sour smoking
Hoping my best ain't only in it only for the tokens
Cause they say if who you joking with, chokin' potent
Tag the joker chicks, the ones who do some bogus should
Act on the strip, but want to put two on your hip
Macking jewels in your whips, booming hits, screwing your bitch
Froze my toes, bitches where my penis is
Kicking it the womb, now you see what the fetus is
And the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit?
Rob a for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit
Flow slippery, to the tippity top
I'mma make hot drops, snakes history
of living civilly in Sicily
Laughing a fan like

the elephant in the room
Created by a collision of the sun and the
My sonogram was an of a gun in the womb
That was soon to be than heroin in a spoon
I'm astonishing, honestly my looking promising
As my skin tone and a crystal onyx is
Darker thoughts let the break like a Amish's
I'm a stroke of genius like Thomas is
Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it
I am the living of improving the groove
I use the same tools to that Kubrick used
Take your to the river, give them two b-rick shoes
Who lose? If you really ain't nobody somebody love you
I say you ain't til they speaking highly of you
And what I'm sure you want is any kind of trouble
Unless you got a crash dummy or a double
You got a homies down to catch a homi- for you
Well I'mma niggas into origami for you
The notorious, Poet Laureate
Whole story is glorious, warriors
And I got my wide open on you quasi-
Haters still smirking the gators on an Izod
Lacoste, y'all tomato niggas are
Imposters, long drawn out
Triple OG's got a out conscience
to when we was all out monsters, on
Our Sierra Leone tyranny
I strike in their hearts, rappers stear clear of me
Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Rover, games over
Bill folder, give niggas Ebola virus
Huh? You got me chopped Miley Cyrus
Naw, I'm on your with Somali pirates