Luyện nghe bài hát Bird's Eye View

Lets do this man for

We big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up moving through brush
The beats is grim, the ambiance
The speaker bang, the sneaker won't lust
wish dead, the eagle gon' bust
Catch you in the wrong spot, you
ill, bring the havoc, this is magic
Fake flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted
cars, re endorsed yards
Everybody four stars, ray like forty gaudy
creature game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me
Head off the rip, the whip, rest maturely
Hanging around the in the sweats
'97 we was rolex-ing the extra
Fuck around a texts
flex, cash, drugs, money and sex
Dumb check

the game from a bird's eye view
They say it's to keep trust so my third eye grew
Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour
Hoping my best ain't only in it only for the tokens
Cause they say if who you joking with, 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 jewels in whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch
under my toes, bitches where my penis is
Kicking it since the womb, now you see the fetus is
And the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit?
Rob a nigga for his 2's to put my feet in, shit
slippery, rise to the tippity top
I'mma make hot drops, snakes history
Dreams of civilly in Sicily
Laughing a fan like

the elephant in the room
Created by a collision of the sun and the
My was an image of a gun in the womb
That was soon to be doper than heroin in a
I'm astonishing, honestly my future promising
As my skin tone and a crystal clean is
Darker thoughts let the beats break like a
I'm a of genius like Mickalene Thomas is
Hip-hop and body and doing it dude
I am the living of improving the groove
I use the same tools to shoot that Kubrick
Take hero 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 nobody til speaking highly of you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of
Unless you got a crash or a body double
You got a couple homies down to a homi- for you
Well I'mma fold into origami for you
The most notorious, Poet
Whole story is glorious, warriors
And I got my eyes wide open on you
Haters still smirking like the gators on an
Lacoste, tomato head 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
Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, games over
Bill folder, niggas that Ebola virus
Huh? You got me chopped Miley Cyrus
Naw, I'm on your with Somali pirates