Luyện nghe bài hát He's a Bird, He's a Plane

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the
runner, fuck the "i'ma gonna wanna"
Fast learner, like piranhas
My next big hit's "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I her 'cause I love her
Bought a danny
Now I'm burnin' rubber in baby mother
From the gutter in your trash can
with my niggas it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, 'lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I is submersible products
My chucks turn a man into dust
You meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I'ma keep a smile, I was born the child
Got the rap shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I like a scorpion
him dead by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

Some do it for the and fame
He don't wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a thing
S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a

(2x)

verse (spm):

In hillwood, we have many choices
I'm hearin' noises, outside I voices
The coys is a family who didn't have
Except the love of a single touch
The lust of money, had me cane and weed
I was first on the block, and to leave
the rain as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin' cane, clear sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my name against my is used
To entertain, a simple thing in every city like...
the same
Born loser, v-12
I opened up a store for the common drug
Thirty-six eggs, from one chicken
of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven
I'm wishin' I could hug those or in prison
They go to jail or hell just it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the crack
Thirty slab rocks in a matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut seven
Got a fiend on the pipe, and him for resin
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a
'cause I don't slip, broke quicker than a
Wrap a hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the feel my prescence
I'm the first man to touch it when the dope to texas
You can keep the lexus I bought two benzes
On the microphone I broke you off with one
aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I them it was player
A rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The shit I wear, the I drink,
The way I stink, I smell like hydroponic
When haters see my car, turn around and vomit
I'm loco, any player hatin' punto
You ain't got no for me? I ain't got no love tan poco