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

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it in the summer
Drug runner, the "i'ma gonna wanna"
Fast learner, attack like
My big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I her 'cause I love her
Bought a glover
Now I'm rubber in somebody baby mother
From the gutter in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trucks
The only I sell 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 shinin' up my reptiles
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 and fame
He don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his is a beautiful thing
S-p-m, a bird, he's a plane

(2x)

verse (spm):

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

Third (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the spot
Thirty slab in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut seven
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for
Fuckin' pigs me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches have to settle for a basehead
'cause I don't slip, broke quicker a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain
Backstreet legends, the world feel my
I'm the first man to it when the dope gets to texas
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 my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The I wear, the shit I drink,
The way I stink, I like fruity hydroponic
haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player punto
You got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan poco