Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Like A Bird

Man I'm a rap spitter
A pin trigger
A crime rhyme
Is illa but on the
Spit tornado lust
For the
Rap it up dope,
Fly like a
Nothing but baking the
do it well
Up in your face man something
To
I'm like a chronic vision pigeon
Just spinnin with 45, 357s
And 9's
My figure 8, its real its not
Strawberry garlic bread and

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

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

I'm not a fool, I live bay rules
Bay slang, and I'm my bay thang
change, get bread to kick 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 dollars on champagne
Rip and I pound the sky larks
Petal to the medal in my wu-tang
New suede, the stage to the grave
Hot days, means pistols in the
It strange, motherfucker you sell cane
Add a little color to the frame
The cheetah, throw on the wife beater
jeans tennis shoes didn't see ya

And this analogy, is a new
And this academy is for a tragedy
It sounds to me that you're tryin to free
And snakes like me don't allow see
At close range you can see my
Venom in the soul and I'm to let it go
no control, man it can grow like a rose
And I'm standing right there in my pose
When a child cries, in the heart a dies
Punch you in the eye to let you know that you
Lethal, to equal
Bumpin on the way to Tahoe
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 of the project do a
Kamakaze, rip your 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 they rap and then fly like a