Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeon

Metallic wing
Ox

Birds of the feather 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 over greater things that's we call inspired
Flight by the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust night
And there be light' was understood, when a mic-stand
from up-and-above into the hood and if my face
Is worth a thousand words it's scarred, I would only

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

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

One two three

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

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

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

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