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, like piranhas
My next big called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I her 'cause I love her
Bought a glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby
From the gutter diggin' in trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy
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
keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game up my reptiles
Make your ears ring 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 more
Now his flow is a beautiful
S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a

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verse (spm):

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

Third (spm):

Five on the dot I hit the crack spot
slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut seven
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for
Fuckin' pigs me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna to settle for a basehead
I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a hit, make the police captain sick
legends, the world feel my prescence
I'm the first man to touch it the dope gets to texas
You can keep the 'cause I bought two benzes
On the microphone I you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell all in the air
They 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 shit I wear, the I drink,
The way I stink, I smell fruity hydroponic
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 got no love tan poco