Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeon

Metallic pigeon
Ox

Birds of the same feather flock together, on
A majestic street corner, that's a time goal for most of 'em
'Cuz most of 'em rather expand their wings
And hover over greater things that's what we inspired
Flight by the pigeons that eat pizza crust every night
And 'Let be light' was understood, when a mic-stand
from up-and-above into the hood and if my face
Is worth a thousand words when it's scarred, I only

Hope two of those are coco and butter to heal the wounds
Of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my
But graduated, got my wings and you've got to let go of
My constructed Lego halo
Eh yo, I'm a black man an African drum in my chest
beats on the opposite of the right let me know I got a breath left
In frigid fragile capsule, that allows you to fly South before
The winter winds trap you I wrap my 'Hell I it' wet suit stitch

So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left that
Through this bullshit ocean of death and these
Words will bones like the assassination of two birds
With one stone that's why I don't with bird brains
With their beaks in the air pelicans wide jaws yap names
For heads you'll get tossed in the flames
some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame

One two four

Eskimo me-dal doctrine locked in oxygen shell words
Plated metal lung spun kids' carousel, mega alarm
Technoloid these fight four arms swinging two toes very well
Terror jubilated mega 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 gold chain swing Son of God gem shines

On the neck of ghetto flight bird fly like word let it settle
I remember cats snatched off the
(Stealin' days)
Doorags tight
(Piranha ways)
Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel fast like a
Now I'm knocked off my African God damn you
Ethiopian skin trapped in ghetto's mega-yard
Where mega-hard arms metal palms iron skin leopard

Holding evil metal attach the desert, paranoid fingertips
Stitched with three-fifty plus seven metal
Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like street etiquette
Never lacked metal cow got milk in the gut settlin'
Cats gotta eat swallow beef melanin mahogany
Black boys feed face arachnoid, eight arms short circuit
Manufactured melted slinging shot guns through the mouth
Of cracked helmets, black felt it, cats who pop flows shot
the nostril, brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile

He you alone fuse blown unemployed screaming
"That's why I robbed you", tired of the Medicaid, by the car
filled with lemonade, "You better get a job" mother talked
Just hawk he nearly aided bodega food stamp transaction
me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin'
Rockin' my 'Hell I made it' wet suit stitch, so I can in elevators
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