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

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it in the summer
runner, fuck the "i'ma gonna wanna"
Fast learner, like piranhas
My big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her 'cause I her
a danny glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby
From the diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your dance
I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trucks
The only thing I sell is products
My all-white chucks turn a man into
You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad
keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin' up my
Make your ears ring when I sting a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by p.m.
me los kevorkian

(ayana m.):

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

(2x)

verse (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't many choices
I'm hearin' noises, I hear voices
The coys is a family who didn't much
Except the love of a mother's touch
The of money, had me slangin' cane and weed
I was first on the block, and last to
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 thing in every city seems like...
Shit's the
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a store for the common drug
Thirty-six eggs, from one chicken
Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the
I'm wishin' I could hug dead or in prison
They go to jail or just because it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the spot
slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass hit the cut around seven
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can it
But you bitches have to settle for a basehead
'cause I don't slip, broke than a ship
Wrap a hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the feel my prescence
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope to texas
You can keep the lexus I bought two benzes
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 rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The I wear, the shit I drink,
The way I stink, I smell like fruity
When haters see my car, they around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player hatin'
You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan