Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeon

Metallic wing
Ox

Birds of the same feather flock together, on
A majestic street corner, that's a time goal for most of 'em
'Cuz of 'em would rather expand 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 light' was understood, when a
Descended up-and-above into the hood and if my face
Is worth a thousand words when it's scarred, I only

Hope that two of those are coco and to heal the wounds
Of the tissue scarred to mark the of my womb
But graduated, got my wings and you've 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 opposite of the right let me know I got a left
In this frigid fragile capsule, that allows you to fly before
The winds trap you I wrap my 'Hell I made it' wet suit stitch

So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through
I'm just a with one mile left that doggy-paddles
Through this bullshit ocean of death and rags-to-riches
will break bones like the assassination of two birds
With one stone that's why I associate with bird brains
With beaks in the air pelicans with wide jaws yap names
For fish heads you'll get in the flames
Where ornithologist will find your skeletal frame

One two three

Eskimo me-dal doctrine locked in oxygen shell shot
Plated metal lung which kids' carousel, mega alarm
these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well
Terror toys jubilated noise when iron works, bullet shot
Animated mad windows with fireworks, shinin' time hydrants
Splash passing cars, now run tyrants these faces carry scars
(Mega large)
Pigeons penguins talk 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 word let it
I cats snatched off the pedal
(Stealin' days)
worn tight
(Piranha ways)
cheeba through the lung Arabian camel fast like a cheetah
Now I'm off my African sandal God damn you
skin mechanical trapped in ghetto's mega-yard
Where mega-hard arms swingin' metal palms iron skin

Holding evil metal eagle attach the desert, paranoid
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 swallow beef horribly melanin
Black boys feed face arachnoid, eight arms working short
Manufactured crack melted slinging shot guns through the
Of helmets, black felt it, cats who pop flows shot heavy
the nostril, brain sizzle grab 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
filled with lemonade, "You better get a job" mother talked
Just another hawk he aided bodega food stamp transaction
Left me in corners buckled me by evil hands clappin'
Rockin' my 'Hell I made it' wet suit stitch, so I can swim in
Crazy wet through I rock my simulated air tank bit
So I can leave pressures of where my mic's lit, I'm just a pigeon