Luyện nghe bài hát Peoples 1

BISHOP

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

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

Loser, loser, like an educated
baby, forget im the future
got a fox rupert
murdoch, you sir, should come by the
me and the girls yuker
cocky 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 pass on the prom
"ehhh"
i like a girl in mom
and sweet
basically got my mom's genes
my rappins like Chomsky if he acted like Tom
black in the white world, of Jon bB
farm team starve but the majors call him
coz far from a puppet he is you call a problem
me and a mic, is ruker park austin with a spalding
cauldron like flow scoulding