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

First (spm):

The dopehouse, got it in the summer
runner, fuck the "i'ma gonna wanna"
Fast learner, attack like
My next big hit's "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her 'cause I her
a danny glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody mother
the gutter diggin' in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your dance
I came up off the cut, 'lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible
My all-white chucks a man into dust
You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad
I'ma a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game up my reptiles
Make your ears ring I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him by four p.m.
Call me los

(ayana m.):

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

(2x)

verse (spm):

In hillwood, we didn't have choices
I'm hearin' noises, outside I voices
The coys is a family who have much
Except the love of a single mother's
The of money, had me slangin' cane and weed
I was first on the block, and last to
Feel the rain as it falls on this, game
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like dran...
Lift my name against my pain is
To entertain, a simple thing in every seems like...
Shit's the
loser, v-12 cruiser
I up a store for the common drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come one chicken
Some of you livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven
I'm wishin' I could hug dead or in prison
They go to jail or just because it's free admission
Man!

Third (spm):

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