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 her 'cause I love her
Bought a danny
Now I'm burnin' in somebody baby mother
From the gutter diggin' in your can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy
The only thing I is submersible products
My all-white chucks a man into dust
You wanna the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma keep a smile, I was born the child
Got the rap game up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting a scorpion
him dead by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

Some do it for the and fame
He just don't wanna no more 'cane
Now his flow is a thing
S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a

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Second (spm):

In hillwood, we have many choices
I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear
The coys is a family who didn't much
Except the love of a single mother's
The of money, had me slangin' cane and weed
I was first on the block, and to leave
Feel the rain as it on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, your sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my against my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in city seems like...
Shit's the
loser, v-12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the common drug
eggs, come from one chicken
Some of you livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven
I'm I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell because it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the 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 to settle for a basehead
'cause I don't slip, quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police sick
Backstreet legends, the feel my prescence
I'm the man to touch it when the dope gets to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I two benzes
On the microphone I you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told them it was
A very rare breed, almost
The way I walk, the way I think,
The shit I wear, the I drink,
The way I stink, I smell fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player punto
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan