Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of gleaming and beamers
Cream so obscene, ain't clean my sneakers no mo'
A closet of Polo, a pocket full of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, stopping for the popo
I forget to send my momma to the Acapulco
You what, can't a nigga dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, Benz
Me and Christina with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
Lemme you how it is, nigga
I got this man, a nigga finna hit the ceiling 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 barbecue? So why the you grillin' then!

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

3]
You niggas got your marijuana laced
I some magicians make you disappear without a trace
Out-of-state speeding through New with Carolina plates
I'm the God, fucker, and how dare y'all try to hate
You'll shine like me, you could wear your hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell your Prada's
I understand you think fly, but nigga you got a cape
I understand you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a
Them niggas it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see players shooting, but this shit is not a game
boom 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 been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat on thin ice, wooh