Luyện nghe bài hát Like Flies Remix

Black men keep
Black men keep on droppin flies
Vultures (vultures) plottin on my
(stool pigeons still lies while the bird cries)
As as the mighty eagle rules the skies
(black men keep on like flies) droppin like flies

mowf]
Yo, it's only that I take flight
(where? ) to the sky, floatin a black butterfly
I try to my migration pleasant
But livin in the present gets you shot like a pheasant
The reason, seems day is huntin season
At least on the block where the black flock
Some of these birds choose not to the sky
They just stay in some shit, makin them more like
Day in and day out another one
(I got it, another fly got swatted)
The time he was alotted, it seems ran out
Or could it be the fact he let his wings span out?
Acting like a chicken to leave the coup
the chicken doesn't fly, he just stays with the group
Chillin a bunch of turkeys waiting for thanksgivin
If he had of flown south he have kept on livin cause

Vultures, on my demise
(stool pigeons still while the caged bird cries)
As long as the eagle rules the skies
(black men keep on droppin like flies) droppin like

mowf]
Fo'-fo's and don't scare these pros
In the night time, duckin constant shot buckin
They stuck in fly paper (well paper is fly)
Cause the eagle's on the paper, now you understand
When the rules the sky, many black men die
Chasin eagles then get by the vultures nearby
Thereby, reducin us calories
Shot down like ducks in shooting
Please, freeze, these,
That's holding you from gettin busy like bees
In trees you rest, buldin your nest sess
Soothin your bird from chest, you just buddha blessed
Yes, block or two them hoes will find a cock or two
no penis cap and get you caught up in her venus trap
Indeed, be droppin your bird seed
wild flowers, it's all in your power cause

Vultures, plottin on my
(I like the sparrow, in some godly eyes)
As long as the mighty rules the skies
(black men keep on droppin flies) droppin like flies

mowf]
The bird sings but his songs get muffled
Feathers get ruffled, a struggle in the everyday scuffle
I tried to warn him bout these snakes and
But they hardheaded like woodpeckers and they as bats
That's the I keep preachin but you
In like a owl always talking about "who? "
I should call you a parrot cause you act way
First around a bunch of niggaz, what they say
Thinkin that you're fly pimpin round a peacock
But your turf, your whole earth, consists of only three
Take them keylocks off of mind
Take a journey out of the ghetto just to see what you
And like the raven said to poe and told him "nevermore"
If from your dome you go then any more you'll never know
See how some other guys they lives, not like flies
Realize your limit the skies

..

Black men keep
(vultures, on my demise)
Black men, keep on droppin like
(tellin me lies)
Black men droppin
(the mighty rules the skies)
Black men, keep on like..
(keep on like..)
Black men droppin
(keep yo' up)
Black men, keep on like flies
(keep droppin flies)
men keep droppin
(as long as the mighty rules the skies)
men, keep on droppin like..
(droppin, like..)
Black men keep
(somebody's me)
Black men, keep on droppin flies
(vultures, yeah)
Black men keep
(somebody's me)
men, keep on droppin like..
(vultures, yeah)
Black men keep
(somebody's me)
Black men, keep on like flies
(vultures, yeah)
men keep droppin
Black men, on droppin like

*sound of fly and being swatted*