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

First (spm):

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

(ayana m.):

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

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Second (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't have choices
I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear
The coys is a family who have much
Except the of a single mother's touch
The lust of money, had me slangin' and weed
I was first on the block, and to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, liquid dran...
Lift my against my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in every seems like...
Shit's the
Born loser, cruiser
I opened up a store for the common drug
Thirty-six eggs, come one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' the unforgiven
I'm I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell because it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

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