Luyện nghe bài hát Like Flies

Open your eyes to individuals who upon you as prey
vultures in disguise, hovering over you like flies upon waste
Realize...

Vultures plotting on my
Stool tell lies while the caged bird cries

[danja
Yo, but as long as the mighty eagle rules the
men keep dropping like flies

[j] I'm like a sparrow in some godly eyes
[d] peace like the dove is a compromise
[j] yo, as long as the mighty eagle the skies
[d] black men keep dropping flies

mowf]
Yo, it's only that I take flight
(where? ) to the sky, floating a black butterfly
I try to make my plesant
But living in the present gets you down like a pheasant
The reason seems that every day is hunting
At least on the block where the black birds
Some of birds choose not to soar the sky
They just stay in shit, making them more like flies
Day in and day out one dies
(I got it, fly nigga got swatted)
The he was alotted it seems just ran out
Or it be the fact he didn't let his wings span out?
Acting like a scared to leave the coup
Cause the doesn't fly, he just stays with the group
Chilling with a bunch of turkeys for thanksgiving
If he had of flown he might have kept on living cause

.44's and popo's don't scare pros
In the nighttime ducking from shot bucking
They stuck in fly paper, for making is fly
Cause the on the paper, now you understand why?
When the eagle rules the sky, black men die
eagles then get stabbed by the vultures nearby
Reducing us calories, shot down like ducks in shooting galleries
Please freeze mentalities
holding you back from getting busy like bees
In trees you rest, bulding your nest cess
Soothing your bird from chest, you've just buddha blessed
Yes, every block or two them hoes will a cock or two
With no penis cap and get you caught in her trap
Indeed, be dropping your bird seed
Pollinating wild flowers, it's all in power cause

The caged bird but his songs get muffled
Feathers get ruffled, it's a in the everyday scuffle
I tried to him about these snakes and cats
They hardheaded like woodpeckers and blind as bats
That's the I keep preaching but you
In denial like the owl always talking "who? "
I should call you a parrot cause you act way
First arounf a bunch of niggers, repeating they say
Thinking that you're fly pimping around a peacock
But your turf, whole earth consists of only three blocks
Take them off of your mind
Take a out of the ghetto just to see what you can find
And like the said to poe and only told him "nevermore"
If from your you never go then any more we'll never know
See how some guys live their lives, not like flies
Realize your ain't the skies