Luyện nghe bài hát How Fly

1(Curren$y):

[Ugh, Jets nigga, now haven't we?
gang, stay rollin up them paper planes.
Yeah! Jets nigga, now where we?
And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke man,
trying to convert him to EZ or Zig-Zags
I get back to New Orleans.
Ugh, How Fly, Yeah!]

Ugh, same nigga that I been.
Mets hat with green the brim.
I shop and bought, my a vault.
Gettin' dressed, Rose' & OJ like pulp.
Lookin like in my old easter photos.
and the rugby is Polo.
Stop, freeze, on my low low.
Airplanes, dollar signs, my logo.
smokin circles in my dojo.
Sneaker collector, I em out kid.
Kicks all the crib, roundhouses.
Ugh, fuck you about well,
If your fuckin with Spitta cuz she like her stroke different.
Celebrate the moments of life.
We all night, smoke all day,
eat breakfast at the airport, get the whole flight, Yeah!

Chorus(Curren$y):

is how we do...
Everyday money,
Make chase you.

Nigga, is how we do...
to the club,
Hope out, and the coupes.

Nigga, is how we do...
the shade of the good trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the bitch roll weed,
No need to her through.

2(Wiz Khalifa):

Ugh, I had a dream that I was California weed,
and I tell her give me what I need.
Pull up in car service, fly when I leave.
I'm chillin with 2 women who speakin' Japanese, nigga please.
I'm selling out concerts, 501 pants that sag,
and my converse.
Spitta to my left, let him hit the first.
Lame asked if he get a hit.
Little do he know a guaranteed way to get skipped.
I beautiful women and politic,
up, still drunk, feelin' sick.
I'mma smoke one with you, another one for the whip.
to my brand new shit,
My doors suicide, though my trees big provided,
Fly society, and Gang or get hanged.
Smokin' weed with your bitches she told you she'd never do it again.

Chorus(Curren$y):

is how we do...
Everyday money,
Make bitches you.

Nigga, is how we do...
to the club,
Hope out, and the coupes.

Nigga, is how we do...
Under the shade of the trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the bitch roll weed,
No need to her through.