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 shit moving brush
The beats is grim, the plush
The speaker won't bang, the won't lust
wish dead, the eagle gon' bust
Catch you in the wrong spot, you
Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is
Fake niggas out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted
cars, re endorsed yards
Everybody stars, ray like forty jewelry gaudy
Your game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me
Head off the rip, the whip, rest maturely
Hanging the vets in the sweats
Since '97 we was rolex-ing the
Fuck around a hundred
Flash flex, cash, drugs, and sex
check smashing

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

It's the elephant in the
Created by a of the sun and the moon
My was an image of a gun in the womb
That was to be doper than heroin in a spoon
I'm astonishing, honestly my future looking
As my skin tone and a crystal onyx is
Darker thoughts let the beats like a Amish's
I'm a of genius like Mickalene Thomas is
Hip-hop and body and doing it dude
I am the living definition of the groove
I use the same to shoot that Kubrick used
Take hero to the river, give them two b-rick shoes
Who lose? If you really ain't nobody till love you
I say you ain't til they speaking highly of you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any of trouble
Unless you got a crash dummy or a body
You got a couple down to catch a homi- for you
Well fold niggas into origami for you
The most notorious, Laureate
Whole is glorious, stoic warriors
And I got my wide open on you quasi-
Haters still smirking like the on an Izod
Lacoste, y'all tomato niggas are
Imposters, long drawn out
Triple OG's got a worn out
Reminiscing to we was all out monsters, on
Our Leone reigning tyranny
I strike in their hearts, rappers stear clear of me
Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Rover, games over
folder, give niggas that Ebola virus
Huh? You got me chopped like Cyrus
Naw, I'm on block with Somali pirates