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, like piranhas
My next big called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
Bought a danny
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby
From the gutter diggin' in trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be last dance
I up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible
My all-white chucks turn a man dust
You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad
I'ma keep a smile, I was the crack child
Got the rap game up my reptiles
Make ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by p.m.
me los kevorkian

(ayana m.):

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

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verse (spm):

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

Third (spm):

on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a little
Hoe ass cops hit the cut seven
Got a on the pipe, and arrested him for resin
Fuckin' want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to for a basehead
'cause I don't slip, broke 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 gets to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I two benzes
On the microphone I broke you off one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell all in the air
They asked me my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost
The way I walk, the way I think,
The shit I wear, the I drink,
The way I stink, I like fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player punto
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no tan poco