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, attack piranhas
My next big hit's "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her 'cause I her
Bought a danny
Now I'm rubber in somebody baby mother
From the diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last
I came up off the cut, 'lacs and trophy trucks
The thing I sell is submersible 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 ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

Some do it for the money and
He just wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his is a beautiful thing
S-p-m, a bird, he's a plane

(2x)

Second (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't many choices
I'm hearin' noises, outside I voices
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 as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, liquid dran...
Lift my name my pain is used
To entertain, a thing in every city seems like...
Shit's the
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a store for the common user
Thirty-six eggs, come one chicken
of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven
I'm I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

Five on the dot I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab in a little matchbox
Hoe ass hit the cut around 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, quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world feel my
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to
You can keep the lexus 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 asked me what my race was, I told it was player
A very breed, almost extinct
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, they turn around and
I'm loco, fuck any hatin' punto
You ain't got no love for me? I got no love tan poco