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, attack like
My big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her I love her
Bought a glover
Now I'm rubber in somebody baby mother
From the diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, 'lacs and trophy trucks
The thing I sell is submersible products
My chucks turn a man into dust
You wanna 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 sting like a
him dead by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

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

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Second (spm):

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

Third (spm):

on the dot when I hit the crack 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 have to settle for a basehead
I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police sick
Backstreet legends, the world my prescence
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to
You can keep the lexus 'cause I two benzes
On the microphone I broke you off one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I them it was player
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 fruity hydroponic
haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
I'm loco, fuck any hatin' punto
You ain't got no love for me? I got no love tan poco