Luyện nghe bài hát He's a Bird, He's a Plane

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the
runner, fuck the "i'ma gonna wanna"
Fast learner, attack piranhas
My next big called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her 'cause I her
Bought a glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody mother
From the gutter in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be last dance
I came up off the cut, 'lacs and trophy trucks
The thing I sell is submersible products
My all-white chucks turn a man into
You meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma keep a smile, I was born the child
Got the rap shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

Some do it for the money and
He just don't wanna no more 'cane
Now his flow is a thing
S-p-m, a bird, he's a plane

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verse (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't many choices
I'm hearin' noises, I hear voices
The coys is a family who didn't much
Except the love of a mother's touch
The lust of money, had me slangin' and weed
I was first on the block, and last to
the rain as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, liquid dran...
Lift my name against my pain is
To entertain, a simple thing in every city like...
Shit's the
loser, v-12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the
I'm wishin' I could hug dead or in prison
They go to or hell just because it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a little
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can it
But you bitches gonna to settle for a basehead
'cause I slip, broke quicker than a ship
a platinum hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the feel my prescence
I'm the first man to touch it when the gets to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I bought two
On the microphone I you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell all in the air
They asked me what my was, I told them it was player
A rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The shit I wear, the I drink,
The way I stink, I smell like hydroponic
When haters see my car, they turn around and
I'm loco, fuck any player hatin'
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no tan poco