Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeon

Metallic pigeon
Ox

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

Hope 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 constructed egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a man with an African drum in my chest
beats on the opposite of the right let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule, allows you to fly South before
The winter winds trap you I my 'Hell I made it' wet suit stitch

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

One two four

me-dal doctrine locked in oxygen shell words shot
Plated metal lung spun kids' carousel, mega alarm
Technoloid boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well
Terror toys jubilated mega noise when works, bullet shot
Animated mad windows with fireworks, shinin' time hydrants
Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants these faces scars
(Mega large)
Pigeons turn penguins fables cellular detached Christ's 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 remember cats snatched off the
(Stealin' days)
Doorags tight
(Piranha ways)
Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel fast a cheetah
Now I'm knocked off my African sandal God you
Ethiopian skin trapped in ghetto's mega-yard
mega-hard arms swingin' metal palms iron skin leopard

Holding metal eagle attach the desert, paranoid fingertips
Stitched with three-fifty seven metal shit
Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like street etiquette
Never lacked toast cow got milk in the gut settlin'
Cats eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany
Black feed face arachnoid, eight arms working short circuit
crack melted slinging shot guns through the mouth
Of helmets, black felt it, cats who pop flows shot heavy
Through the nostril, brain grab the pistol and get hostile

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