Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Like A Bird

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

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

I'm not a screw face, I my
laced
And listen to the homies about
gun case
They off taste, crank beat more bass
My date, and I came in hella late
The cross game, rings with no chains
Holla at the if you a rap cat mane
Nickel plated, now the penetrated
I put on my life I'm glad you never made it
Raw hide, all in my blood
You never find a like me and no kine
Don't hide, it makes it more divine
To put you in the line on valentines
February, or was it
I lose my when it come to you canaries
Its necessary, on with what you carry
Split the of the swicher then add the blueberry

I'm not a damn fool, I bay rules
Bay slang, and I'm my bay thang
Make change, get to kick game
I knows you got ass but yous a freak dame
No shame, and I'm greedy to the
You the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain
Crate-a-lane, on the of pain
I don't spend dollars on champagne
Rip hearts and I the sky larks
Petal to the medal in my wu-tang
New suede, from the stage to the
Hot days, pistols in the shade
It ain't strange, motherfucker you cane
Add a little color to the frame
The cheetah, throw on the wife beater
T-shirt tennis shoes didn't see ya

And analogy, is a new strategy
And academy is headed for a tragedy
It to me that you're tryin to break free
And snakes like me allow that see
At close range you can see my
Venom in the soul and I'm to let it go
With no control, man it can like a rose
And I'm standing right there in my Filmo'
When a child cries, in the heart a father
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 chef
Man cook it up and keep it the A-T-F
The barracuda, yo the rhyme shoota
down the stairs of the project do a
Kamakaze, rip stargens for a hobby
And rip it in the lobby man while kickin it bobby
You say the word, then here come the put
Mustard on they rap and fly like a bird