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"
learner, attack like piranhas
My next big hit's "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
a danny glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in baby mother
From the diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' my niggas it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy
The only thing I sell is submersible
My all-white chucks turn a man dust
You wanna the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

Some do it for the and fame
He just 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 didn't have many
I'm hearin' noises, outside I voices
The is a family who didn't have much
Except the of a single mother's touch
The lust of money, had me cane and weed
I was first on the block, and to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky
Breakin' cane, your sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my against my pain is used
To entertain, a simple in every city seems like...
the same
Born loser, cruiser
I opened up a for the common drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the
I'm wishin' I could hug those 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 rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for
pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to for a basehead
'cause I don't slip, broke than a ship
Wrap a hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world feel my
I'm the first man to it when the dope gets to texas
You can the lexus 'cause 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 me what my race was, I told them it was player
A very breed, almost 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 around and vomit
I'm loco, any player hatin' punto
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan