Luyện nghe bài hát Birds With No Wings

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

I'm shippin' with no wings
All seas
And other people cop em at the degrees

I money for bail
I never liked 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 heard raps like these

I rhyme like cats
And two loaded
Now what mothafucka he fuckin' with that?

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

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

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

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

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

You better
A
A tumble down the
Like and Jill

We say spin around witch
Bust a
I pro when Mark with Marina

It's
Tiga I was to grind
'N your sign
N' up in the
Man, the whale of hell
Yell, strikin' down
Wet you with the
Smack you my tail

Shit,
I'm shippin' birds seas
...(?)
The one Pisces
Shit,
me