Luyện nghe bài hát Peoples 1

BISHOP

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

yall worse than wives
a bunch of bitches your life depend on niggas lives
the stakes is
even way way way more
so now im to end pailin (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, an educated toofer
baby, babies im the future
got a fox rupert
murdoch, you sir, should by the spot
me and the girls playing
cocky when the tricks like get off me
lil fresh air man, i spit like a breeze
im cool as tree,
always in school, i hallway pass on the queens
"ehhh"
i like a in mom jeans
strong and
she's got my mom's genes
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 he is what you call a problem
me and a mic, is like ruker park austin with a
like flow straight scoulding