Luyện nghe bài hát Like Flies Remix

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

mowf]
Yo, it's only right I take flight
(where? ) to the sky, floatin like a black
I try to make my pleasant
But in the present gets you shot down like a pheasant
The reason, every day is huntin season
At least on the block the black birds flock
Some of these birds choose not to the sky
They just stay in some shit, them more like flies
Day in and day out one dies
(I got it, fly nigga got swatted)
The time he was alotted, it seems ran out
Or could it be the fact he never let his wings out?
Acting like a scared to leave the coup
Cause the chicken doesn't fly, he just stays the group
Chillin with a bunch of waiting for thanksgivin
If he had of flown south he might kept on livin cause

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

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

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

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

..

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

*sound of fly buzzing and swatted*