Luyện nghe bài hát Birds With No Wings

You sober up
I do it
I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun that
you turnin' me on
And you turnin' me off
I you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross

I'm shippin' with no wings
All over
And people cop em at the hottest degrees

I keep money for
Because I never liked
And I study A-plus at Yale

say Andre Nickatina ya emcee number seven
Smokin' weed up in
Born on

and gods
Liquor and
I look to my pad like the kerhan

I'm shippin' with no wings
All over
I put em where they never heard raps these

I like calico cats
And two loaded
Now what mothafucka think he fuckin' that?

I be the special on the grill with all steaks
Call me a truck with no brakes
Or yet a chef that love to bake cakes
And get anybody in any other state

wizard(?) baby, look at what I done
We used to sex in ya basement now I'm one
no desire
I'm throwin' gasoline on the
I like your record store if you're not a buyer

Spin
It's sumthin' like a and dry
And I be to my P.O with a serious lie

You the Matador
The replican, the
The money, the
Homie, the triple

Melody's but is heavy as weights
We got the snottiest
the sexiest face

You poka-bang-bang
A
A tumble down the
Jack and Jill

We say around broke witch
a ballerina
I pro when Mark with Marina

It's
Tiga I was to grind
'N your zodiac
N' up in the
Man, the whale of hell
Yell, strikin' bail
Wet you with the
Smack you with my

Shit,
I'm shippin' birds over
...(?)
The number one
Shit,
me