Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Like A Bird

Man I'm a coke rap
A pin trigger
A crime rhyme
Is illa but on the
Spit around lust
For the
Rap it up dope,
Fly like a
Nothing but soda the
Motorola do it
Up in your face man with
To
I'm like a chronic pigeon tiga
Just time with 45, 357s
And 9's
My figure 8, its real its not
soda garlic bread and

Ahead in the chase and
the wheel
You talk money and we can
a deal
(make a deal ass n*)

I'm not a screw face, I my
Boots
And listen to the homies brag
They gun
off taste, crank beat with more bass
My date, and I came in hella late
The cross game, wear with no chains
at the guard if you a rap cat mane
Nickel plated, now the penetrated
I put on my life I'm glad you never made it
Raw hide, all in my line
You never a drug like me and no kine
Don't hide, it makes it more divine
To put you in the line on valentines
February, or was it
I lose my memory it come to you canaries
Its necessary, on guard what you carry
Split the middle of the swicher add the blueberry

I'm not a damn fool, I live bay
Bay slang, and I'm doin my bay
Make change, get bread to game
I you got ass but yous a lame freak dame
No shame, and I'm to the brain
You know the pit is off the chicka-chicka-chain
Crate-a-lane, on the of pain
I don't spend dollars on champagne
Rip hearts and I the sky larks
to the medal in my wu-tang clarks
New suede, the stage to the grave
Hot days, pistols in the shade
It strange, motherfucker you sell cane
Add a little color to the picture
The rhyme cheetah, throw on the wife
T-shirt jeans shoes didn't see ya

And this analogy, is a new
And this is headed for a tragedy
It sounds to me you're tryin to break free
And like me don't allow that see
At close range you can see my
Venom in the soul and I'm to let it go
With no control, man it can like a rose
And I'm standing right there in my pose
When a child cries, in the a father dies
Punch you in the eye to let you that you alive
Lethal, to equal
Bumpin see-bo on the way to
I'm left, at the store remian chef
Man cook it up and it from the A-T-F
The barracuda, yo the roof shoota
Runnin the stairs of the project do a
Kamakaze, rip your for a hobby
And rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with
You say the word, here come the words put
Mustard on rap and then fly like a bird