Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Like A Bird

Man I'm a coke rap
A hair pin
A rhyme dealer
Is illa but on the
Spit around tornado
For the
Rap it up dope,
Fly a bird
but baking soda the
Motorola do it
Up in your face man something
To
I'm like a chronic vision pigeon
Just spinnin time with 45,
And 9's
My figure 8, its its not fake
Strawberry soda garlic and

Ahead in the and hide
the wheel
You talk money and we can
Make a
(make a square ass n*)

I'm not a face, I keep my
Boots
And listen to the homies about
They gun
They off taste, crank beat with more
My date, and I came in hella late
The cross game, rings with no chains
at the guard if you a rap cat mane
Nickel plated, now the engergys
I put that on my life I'm you never made it
Raw hide, all in my line
You never find a drug like me and no
Don't hide, cause it makes it divine
To put you in the firing on valentines
February, or was it
I my memory when it come to you canaries
Its necessary, on guard with you carry
Split the middle of the then add the blueberry

I'm not a damn fool, I live bay
Bay slang, and I'm my bay thang
Make change, get bread to game
I knows you got ass but yous a lame dame
No shame, and I'm greedy to the
You the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain
Crate-a-lane, on the freeway of
I don't spend on expenseive champagne
Rip hearts and I the sky larks
to the medal in my wu-tang clarks
New suede, from the to the grave
Hot days, pistols in the shade
It strange, motherfucker you sell cane
Add a little color to the frame
The rhyme cheetah, throw on the beater
T-shirt jeans tennis didn't see ya

And analogy, is a new strategy
And this academy is headed for a
It sounds to me that you're tryin to free
And snakes like me don't allow see
At close you can see my vertigo
in the soul and I'm ready to let it go
With no control, man it can grow like a
And I'm standing right in my Filmo' pose
When a child cries, in the heart a dies
Punch you in the eye to let you know that you
Lethal, multiply to
Bumpin see-bo on the way to
I'm stage left, at the store remian
Man it up and keep it from the A-T-F
The barracuda, yo the rhyme shoota
Runnin down the stairs of the do a
Kamakaze, rip stargens for a hobby
And rip it in the lobby man while it with bobby
You say the word, then here come the put
Mustard on rap and then fly like a bird