Luyện nghe bài hát Bird's Eye View

Lets do man for real

We smoke big blunts, cigars, us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up moving through brush
The beats is grim, the ambiance
The won't bang, the sneaker won't lust
Snitches dead, the eagle gon' bust
Catch you in the spot, you dust
Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is
Fake niggas out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted
Sports cars, re yards
Everybody four stars, ray like forty gaudy
Your creature corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me
off the rip, grab the whip, rest maturely
Hanging around the vets in the
'97 we was rolex-ing the extra
Fuck around a texts
Flash flex, cash, drugs, and sex
check smashing

Watching the game from a eye view
say it's hard to keep trust so my third eye grew
Chakras open, scoping, sour smoking
Hoping my best buzz only in it only for the tokens
Cause say if who you joking with, chokin' potent with
Tag team the joker chicks, the ones who do some should
Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on hip
Macking in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch
Froze under my toes, where my penis is
Kicking it the womb, now you see what the fetus is
And what the fetus is? Would these feed us shit?
Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my in, shit
Flow slippery, to the tippity top
I'mma make hot drops, make history
of living civilly in Sicily
Laughing a fan like

the elephant in the room
Created by a of the sun and the moon
My sonogram was an of a gun in the womb
was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon
I'm astonishing, honestly my future promising
As my skin tone and a crystal onyx is
Darker thoughts let the beats 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 tools to shoot that Kubrick used
Take your hero to the river, give them two b-rick
Who If you really ain't nobody till somebody love you
I say you ain't nobody til they 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 couple homies down to a homi- for you
Well fold niggas into origami for you
The most notorious, Poet
Whole story is glorious, stoic
And I got my eyes wide open on you
Haters still smirking like the gators on an
Lacoste, y'all tomato head are
Imposters, long drawn out
Triple got a worn out conscience
Reminiscing to we was all out monsters, on
Our Leone reigning tyranny
I strike fear in their hearts, rappers clear of me
Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, games over
Bill folder, niggas that Ebola virus
Huh? You got me chopped like Cyrus
Naw, I'm on your block with Somali