Luyện nghe bài hát Scrape The Sky

Here we go, here we go, here we go, we go
Now we blastin' off into the
The way we kickin' in the is loco fa sho tho
We pavin' a road that's to the dodo
Goin' over your like a top hat, stop that
I know you hear me spittin' these hot
Now watch that 'cause it's about to drop
Been since the 09 jump off, yeah, yeah
Last name Pan, first name Peter I know you see my flying and you want me to ya
But I stay elevated so all God's creatures, can hear me shout it out like me name was Aretha
Getting
Fly by see the looks on your
I'm in full E-F-F-E-C-T jetsetting on a daily basis

David Eff, man, ya don't
Davey Davey, he won't
We came to it 'till the city takes off
Captain (yeah) ace pilot (yeah)
I wanna my wings and fly
To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my first class (yeah)
We'll you how to scrape the sky

As the curvature of the earth takes shape, fly fast forward a video tape
And no cape, (nah) just follow my jet
Proud in the clouds, boom! in precinct
All hop, no trampoline, box in the pocket of my jet jeans
Shine with the stars, so bright N.Y.C sees me at night
I see London, I see
Now Ladies bounce to my
Drop from the sky like manna
All the way Alabama to Copacabana
Back to the West Side I reside
So me, do you care if I...
Jump to the and take to the skies?
We 10 to let the hook fly

David Eff, man, ya stop
Davey Davey, he stop
We came to rock it 'till the takes off
Mister Captain (yeah) ace (yeah)
I spread my wings and fly
To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my first class (yeah)
show you how to scrape the sky

Ha, than yo average
Down like Goose and I'm fly like
With a savage attack and a mouth like a match spittin' Homie, it ain't trickin' if it's magic
Illusions, indubitably
My can do it and we do it wild
around the clock all across the nation
Got a lot of Sky Miles and a reputation of makin' earthquakes every we land
stoppin' ain't an option or part of the plan
Fools get to fumin' while I'm running on jet
Now pay close attention I'm ready to let you
Know I'm all about, child
I got that style that come to love
And I'mma fly, 'till the day I die spittin' fresh to death from above, get it

David Eff, man, ya don't
Davey Davey, he won't
We came to it 'till the city takes off
Captain (yeah) ace pilot (yeah)
I wanna spread my and fly
To all the in the coach (yeah), and my first class folks (yeah)
show you how to scrape the sky