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

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the
Drug runner, fuck the "i'ma wanna"
Fast learner, attack like
My big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
Bought a glover
Now I'm burnin' in somebody baby mother
From the gutter diggin' in 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 turn a man into dust
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 ring when I sting a scorpion
him dead by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

Some do it for the and fame
He just don't wanna sell no '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 many
I'm noises, outside I hear voices
The is a family who didn't have much
the love of a single mother's touch
The of money, had me slangin' cane and weed
I was first on the block, and last to
the rain as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, your sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my against 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
eggs, come from one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the
I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in
They go to jail or just because it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around
Got a on the pipe, and arrested 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 quicker a ship
Wrap a hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world feel my
I'm the man to touch it when the dope gets to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I bought two
On the microphone I broke you off one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I them 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
haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
I'm loco, any player hatin' punto
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no tan poco