Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeon

Metallic pigeon
Ox

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

Hope that two of those are coco and butter to heal the
Of the scarred to mark 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 black man with an African drum in my
That beats on the of the right 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 made it' wet suit

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

One two four

Eskimo me-dal doctrine locked in shell words shot
Plated metal which spun kids' carousel, mega alarm
Technoloid these boys four arms swinging two toes very well
Terror toys jubilated mega noise when works, bullet shot
Animated mad windows with fireworks, shinin' summer time
Splash cars, now run ghetto tyrants these faces carry scars
(Mega large)
Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular Christ's Word
But freeze-frame gold 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 worn
(Piranha ways)
Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel like a cheetah
Now I'm knocked off my African God damn you
skin mechanical trapped in ghetto's mega-yard
Where mega-hard arms swingin' metal palms skin leopard

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

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