Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of gleaming wings and
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta clean my no mo'
A full of Polo, a pocket full of mo' dough
I'm in the fo' door, never stopping for the popo
I can't forget to my momma to the Acapulco
You laugh what, can't a dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Christina with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
Lemme tell you how it is,
I got this feeling man, a nigga finna hit the fan
Fayettevillain killin', fishin' for that scrilla, in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling like
Nigga what is this a So why the fuck you grillin' then!

2]
If I'm back in the Ville, haters smack in grills
Ladies like got that eighties Michael Jackson appeal
Homie curiosity, all these cats getting
Niggas caps peeled, for that cash niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in that mask and the steel
Niggas laugh when they steal, I just brag I'm real
Motherfucker I'm the shit, I pass gas when I
Shit is trash bag, it's all about the last
Mad I got yo' turned over like a bad pass
She know I rap, so I ain't have to bag that
that? Probably not how I design rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I could get yo' signed
A Don Juan type armed with a pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing it's Prom Night, bitch

3]
You niggas got your marijuana laced
I know some magicians make you without a trace
Out-of-state through New York with Carolina plates
I'm the God, mother fucker, and how dare try to hate
You'll never shine like me, you could wear your Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can your Prada's fake
I understand you think fly, but you ain't got a cape
I understand you think you gangsta, you ain't shot a thing
Them bring it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see some shooting, but this shit is not a game
Badda badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass niggas the clan, trying to hang, yeah
By the way, since ninety-seven I nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh