Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Like A Bird

Man I'm a rap spitter
A pin trigger
A crime dealer
Is but on the rilla
Spit around lust
For the
Rap it up dope,
Fly a bird
Nothing but baking the
do it well
Up in your man with something
To
I'm like a chronic vision tiga
spinnin time with 45, 357s
And 9's
My figure 8, its its not fake
Strawberry garlic bread and

Ahead in the chase and
Behind the
You more money and we can
a deal
(make a square ass n*)

I'm not a screw face, I my
Boots
And listen to the homies brag
They gun
They off taste, beat with more bass
My date, and I came in hella late
The cross game, rings with no chains
Holla at the guard if you a rap cat
Nickel plated, now the engergys
I put that on my life I'm glad you made it
Raw hide, all in my blood
You never a drug like me and no kine
hide, cause it makes it more divine
To put you in the line on valentines
February, or was it
I lose my memory when it come to you
Its necessary, on with what 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 doin my bay
change, get bread to kick game
I knows you got ass but yous a lame freak
No shame, and I'm to the brain
You know the pit bull is off the
Crate-a-lane, on the of pain
I don't spend dollars on champagne
Rip and I pound the sky larks
Petal to the medal in my clarks
New suede, from the to the grave
Hot days, means pistols in the
It ain't strange, you sell cane
Add a little color to the picture
The rhyme cheetah, throw on the wife
T-shirt tennis shoes didn't see ya

And this analogy, is a new
And this is headed for a tragedy
It sounds to me you're tryin to break free
And like me don't allow that see
At close range you can see my
in the soul and I'm ready to let it go
With no control, man it can like a rose
And I'm standing right there in my Filmo'
a child cries, in the heart a father dies
Punch you in the eye to let you know you alive
Lethal, to equal
Bumpin see-bo on the way to
I'm left, at the store remian chef
Man cook it up and it from the A-T-F
The barracuda, yo the rhyme shoota
Runnin down the of the project do a
Kamakaze, rip your for a hobby
And rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with
You say the word, then here the words put
Mustard on they rap and fly like a bird