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

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the
Drug runner, the "i'ma gonna wanna"
Fast learner, like piranhas
My next big called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
a danny glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby
From the gutter diggin' in your can
with my niggas it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible
My chucks turn a man into dust
You wanna the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
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
Pronounce him 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 flow is a thing
S-p-m, he's a bird, a plane

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Second (spm):

In hillwood, we have many choices
I'm noises, outside I hear voices
The coys is a family who didn't much
Except the love of a single touch
The lust of money, had me slangin' and weed
I was first on the block, and to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, game
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like dran...
Lift my against my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in every seems like...
Shit's the
loser, v-12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the drug user
Thirty-six eggs, from one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' the unforgiven
I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in
They go to jail or hell just it's free admission
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 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, quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world my prescence
I'm the first man to touch it the dope gets to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I bought two
On the microphone I broke you off with one
Stay for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I them it was player
A rare 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 hydroponic
When haters see my car, they 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