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

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it in the summer
Drug runner, fuck the "i'ma wanna"
Fast learner, attack piranhas
My next big called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
Bought a glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in baby mother
the gutter diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trucks
The only thing I sell is products
My chucks turn a man into 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 shinin' up my
Make your ears when 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 no more '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 hearin' noises, I hear voices
The coys is a family who have much
Except the love of a mother's touch
The lust of money, had me slangin' and weed
I was on the block, and last to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, game
Breakin' cane, clear sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my name against my pain is
To entertain, a simple thing in every seems like...
the same
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a store for the common drug
Thirty-six eggs, come one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' the unforgiven
I'm I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just because free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut seven
Got a fiend on the pipe, and him for resin
pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a
I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the feel my prescence
I'm the first man to touch it the dope gets to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I two benzes
On the microphone I broke you off with one
Stay aware for out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told 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
When see my car, they turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player punto
You ain't got no love for me? I got no love tan poco