Luyện nghe bài hát Birds With No Wings

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

I'm shippin' with no wings
All over
And people cop em at the hottest degrees

I keep for bail
Because I never jail
And I study A-plus at Yale

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

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

I'm birds with no wings
All over
I put em where they never heard raps these

I rhyme like cats
And two gats
Now what think he fuckin' with that?

I be the special on the grill with all steaks
Call me a Mack truck no brakes
Or better yet a chef love to bake cakes
And get into anybody in any state

Grand wizard(?) baby, look at I done
We to sex in ya basement now I'm number one
With no
I'm throwin' gasoline on the
I don't like your record store if you're not a

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

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

soft but is heavy as weights
We got the freaks
With the sexiest

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

We say spin broke witch
a ballerina
I pro when Mark with Marina

time
Tiga I was to grind
'N zodiac sign
N' up in the
Man, the killa whale of
Yell, down bail
Wet you the water
you with my tail

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