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

First (spm):

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

(ayana m.):

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

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Second (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't many choices
I'm noises, outside I hear voices
The coys is a family who have 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, like dran...
Lift my name against my is used
To entertain, a thing in every city seems like...
Shit's the
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a store for the common drug
eggs, come from one chicken
Some of you livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven
I'm wishin' I could hug dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the spot
slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass hit the cut around seven
Got a on the pipe, and arrested him for resin
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a
'cause I don't slip, broke than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain
legends, the world 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 hate all in the air
asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
A rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The I wear, the shit I drink,
The way I stink, I smell fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, they turn around and
I'm loco, fuck any player punto
You ain't got no love for me? I got no love tan poco