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 big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
Bought a glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in baby mother
From the diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trucks
The only thing I is submersible products
My all-white chucks 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 up my reptiles
Make your ears 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 wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful
S-p-m, he's a bird, a plane

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Second (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't have many
I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear
The coys is a family who didn't have
Except the love of a single mother's
The lust of money, had me cane and weed
I was first on the block, and to leave
Feel the rain as it on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, clear sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my name my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in every city like...
the same
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a for the common 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 hell just it's free admission
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' pigs want me so bad, can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a
'cause I don't slip, broke quicker a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world feel my
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 one sentence
aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost
The way I walk, the way I think,
The I wear, the shit I drink,
The way I stink, I smell like fruity
When haters see my car, they turn and vomit
I'm loco, any player hatin' punto
You ain't got no love for me? I got no love tan poco