Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding I'd like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time will be hours and twenty minutes
And we will be at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this time we like to acquaint you with some of the features
Relax and normally"
Uh, down like I'm uphill
both lanes better than a bus will
She tell me that my head bigger a bus wheel
But it don't matter cause she still let me fuck still
I mix a little bit of with some L.A. weather
Then step out like Chicago in its era
You begging for attention, doing extra-extra
Downgrading yourself, you get an F for
Ha-ha, I let the know
I chose to keep to and let the world go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let your girl
So she can be curious on Twitter me up
I'm laid with a bad one, you ain't never had one
Ass so fat it tipped over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 the fucking badge come
Hello to my wittiness, I'm grandson
And I'm a
Ever since an understudy man I've been a trip
Mama tell me that she me but she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears, you ain't it like this
Sounwave the beat,
I lock the flow
Now all the way to the moon we to go now
I got enough of the mojo to go
So your bags and tell him you going out of town
Cause I'm a
Landing on another runway, fly me
Or die tryna fly, a Frisbee
Shout out to Hippy, nigga we on
Like we been off, straight shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give some business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give some bitches
off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes
Then wear off the
hood rats, I those
And she what this is
hey mama
your pretty ass around the way lil' mama
But why you always in face lil' mama?
yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I be that nigga
If I ain't, I gotta be nigga
Curtesy of Paula's son, pay homage
Or pay attention, open your eyes and knowledge
Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me
That's how I get at 'em I look at a shoe rack
Penny for thoughts, mine at a few racks
So I can live on a hill just off a few
I want to live in a that none of y'all can visit
That might be outer space, the Jupiter
I my vision
If you don't see it then you're dead your eyes open
I've bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On some shit
Somebody that'll ride or die, a Compton bitch
You see my city is the of Lamar
take twenty years 'fore a nigga see them all
The meet dumping, the sawed-off pumping
The tree for the low, don't you know, Bunyan
I'm on nine, I can see rain coming
So if I'm out my mind, people don't say
"How was your flight Mr.
Good, to see you next time"