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

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it in the summer
Drug runner, the "i'ma gonna wanna"
learner, attack like piranhas
My big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
a danny glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody mother
the gutter diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy
The only thing I sell is products
My chucks turn a man into dust
You meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma keep a smile, I was the crack child
Got the rap game up my reptiles
your ears ring when 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 sell no more
Now his flow is a beautiful
S-p-m, a bird, he's a plane

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Second (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't have choices
I'm noises, outside I hear voices
The coys is a family who didn't have
Except the love of a single touch
The of money, had me slangin' cane and weed
I was on the block, and last to leave
Feel the as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, your sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my name my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in city seems like...
the same
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a store for the drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come from one
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' the unforgiven
I'm wishin' I could hug dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just because it's free
Man!

Third (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the spot
slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for
pigs want me so bad, they can taste 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 world feel my
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I bought two
On the microphone I you off with one sentence
Stay aware for out there, I smell hate all in the air
asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost
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, turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any hatin' punto
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no tan poco