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"
learner, attack like piranhas
My next big called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her 'cause I her
Bought a danny
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby
From the gutter in your trash can
with my niggas it'll be your last dance
I up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy trucks
The only I sell is submersible products
My all-white turn a man into dust
You meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma keep a smile, I was the crack child
Got the rap shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I like a scorpion
Pronounce him by four p.m.
me los kevorkian

(ayana m.):

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

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Second (spm):

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

Third (spm):

on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around
Got a on the pipe, and arrested him for resin
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can it
But you bitches have to settle for a basehead
'cause I don't slip, broke quicker than a
Wrap a platinum hit, the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world feel my
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope to texas
You can keep the lexus 'cause I bought two
On the microphone I you off with one sentence
aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told them it was
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
When haters see my car, they turn around and
I'm loco, fuck any player punto
You ain't got no love for me? I got no love tan poco