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"
Fast learner, attack piranhas
My big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
Bought a danny
Now I'm burnin' in somebody baby mother
the gutter diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas be your last dance
I came up off the cut, 'lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I is submersible products
My all-white chucks a man into dust
You wanna the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma keep a smile, I was the crack child
Got the rap game shinin' up my
Make ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

Some do it for the and fame
He just don't sell no more 'cane
Now his is a beautiful 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, I hear voices
The coys is a family who have much
Except the love of a single touch
The lust of money, had me cane and weed
I was first on the block, and to leave
Feel the rain as it on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, your sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my name against my 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
eggs, come from one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', with the unforgiven
I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in
They go to jail or hell just because it's admission
Man!

Third (spm):

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