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"
learner, attack like piranhas
My next big hit's "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her 'cause I her
Bought a glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby
From the diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' and trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible
My all-white turn a man into dust
You wanna the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin' up my
Make ears ring 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 beautiful
S-p-m, a bird, he's a plane

(2x)

verse (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't have many
I'm noises, outside I hear voices
The coys is a family who didn't have
Except the love of a mother's touch
The lust of money, had me cane and weed
I was on the block, and last to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky
Breakin' cane, clear sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my name against my is used
To entertain, a simple thing in city seems like...
the same
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a store for the drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the
I'm I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just because it's free
Man!

Third (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the spot
Thirty slab rocks in a matchbox
Hoe ass hit the cut around 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, broke than a ship
a platinum hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world feel my
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to
You can the lexus 'cause I bought two benzes
On the microphone I broke you off with one
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell 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 like fruity hydroponic
When see my car, they turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any hatin' punto
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan