Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeon

Metallic pigeon
Ox

Birds of the same feather together, congested on
A street corner, that's a short time goal for most of 'em
'Cuz most of 'em rather expand their wings
And hover over greater things that's we call inspired
Flight by the pigeons that eat pizza crust every night
And 'Let there be was understood, when a mic-stand
Descended up-and-above into the hood and if my face
Is worth a thousand words when scarred, I would only

that two of those are coco and butter to heal the wounds
Of the tissue scarred to the death of my womb
But I've graduated, got my wings and got to let go of
My Lego egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a man with an African drum in my chest
That beats on the opposite of the let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule, that allows you to fly before
The winter winds trap you I wrap my 'Hell I it' wet suit stitch

So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through
I'm just a pigeon with one left that doggy-paddles
Through bullshit ocean of death and these rags-to-riches
Words will break bones like the assassination of two
With one stone that's why I don't associate bird brains
With their beaks in the air pelicans with jaws yap names
For fish you'll get tossed in the flames
Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal

One two four

Eskimo me-dal doctrine locked in shell words shot
Plated metal which spun kids' carousel, mega alarm
Technoloid these boys fight four swinging two toes very well
Terror toys jubilated noise when iron works, bullet shot
mad windows with fireworks, shinin' summer time hydrants
Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants these faces carry
(Mega large)
Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular detached Word
But freeze-frame chain swing Son of God iceberg gem shines

On the neck of ghetto flight bird getting fly like let it settle
I cats snatched off the pedal
(Stealin' days)
worn tight
(Piranha ways)
Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel like a cheetah
Now I'm knocked off my African God damn you
Ethiopian skin trapped in ghetto's mega-yard
Where arms swingin' metal palms iron skin leopard

Holding evil metal attach the desert, paranoid fingertips
Stitched with three-fifty plus seven metal
Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate etiquette
Never lacked toast metal cow got in the gut settlin'
gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany
Black boys face arachnoid, eight arms working short circuit
Manufactured crack melted slinging shot guns the mouth
Of cracked helmets, black felt it, who pop flows shot heavy
Through the nostril, brain sizzle the pistol and get hostile

He you alone fuse blown unemployed screaming
"That's why I robbed you", of the Medicaid, deaded by the car
Novocain filled with lemonade, "You better get a job" mother
Just another hawk he nearly aided food stamp transaction
Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by hands clappin'
Rockin' my 'Hell I made it' wet suit stitch, so I can in elevators
wet through piss I rock my simulated air tank bit
So I can leave pressures of oxygen my mic's lit, I'm just a pigeon