Luyện nghe bài hát Birds With No Wings

You up punk
I do it
I'm ridin' the in the shotgun that live
you turnin' me on
And you turnin' me off
I think you better take some lessons yeah, Diana Ross

I'm birds with no wings
All over
And other people cop em at the degrees

I keep money for
Because I never liked
And I study A-plus at Yale

They say Andre ya emcee number seven
Smokin' up in heaven
Born on

and gods
Liquor and
I look to my pad like the kerhan

I'm shippin' birds with no
All seas
I put em where they never heard raps these

I rhyme like calico
And two gats
Now mothafucka think he fuckin' with that?

I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all
Call me a truck with no brakes
Or better yet a chef that love to bake
And get into in any other state

Grand wizard(?) baby, at what I done
We used to sex in ya now I'm number one
no desire
I'm throwin' on the fire
I don't your record store if you're not a buyer

Spin
It's sumthin' like a and dry
And I be speakin' to my P.O a serious lie

You know the
The replican, the
The money, the
Homie, the beam

Melody's but is heavy as weights
We got the snottiest
With the sexiest

You poka-bang-bang
A
A tumble the hill
Like Jack and

We say spin around broke
a ballerina
I pro blow Mark with Marina

It's
I was bred to grind
'N your sign
N' up in the
Man, the killa of hell
Yell, down bail
Wet you the water
Smack you with my

Shit,
I'm birds over seas
...(?)
The number one
Shit,
me