Luyện nghe bài hát Peoples 1

BISHOP

by the millions die, birds fallin from the sky
when you observe, its hard to words just to sound fly
but i digress, so dont
the best yes, i
we should just, try out
and let, nature, do the
but mother got her hands full
when raise the whole man kind
boy, what a fool
its hot, and im just trynna stay cool
the fonze in deep cryogenic sleep thats how i do
im too ultra
for trends of culture
like snakes and vultures
they approach him
so i decided to my own shit just like Oprah
and now lookey lookey my feet up on the sofa
i aint with stereotypical shit
coz typically, on the
it all sounds
and honestly a lot of rappers really feel sick
from the, centrifugal of always riding my dick

yall than basketball wives
a bunch of bitches your life on other niggas lives
the stakes is
way way way more higher
so now im glad to end (impale in) hip hop attire
but never writing just reciting the truth bring me
i'm John booth in the booth blowin brains baby

Loser, loser, like an toofer
baby, forget babies im the
got a fox like
murdoch, you sir, come by the spot
me and the playing yuker
when the tricks like trig get off me
lil fresh air man, i like a fall breeze
im as palm tree,
always in school, i hallway on the prom queens
"ehhh"
i like a girl in mom
and sweet
basically she's got my mom's
my rappins like Chomsky if he like Tom Green
in the white world, opposite of Jon bB
farm team starve but the wont call him
coz far from a puppet he is what you a problem
me and a mic, is like ruker park with a spalding
cauldron like flow scoulding