Luyện nghe bài hát Black Boy Fly

So I'm saying "What up up. Nigga you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you it."
So I'm saying "What up up. Nigga I hate it."
So I'm "What up what up. Nigga I hate it."

Frustrated and I'm riding down the back
my conscious ask me
"Would I to make it up out this hole in time?"
boy fly
boy fly
boy fly
boy fly

I used to be of Aaron Afflalo
I to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
He was the one to
He was the only leader foreseeing tomorrows
He live in the gym
We was living in
Total of him
He made his become a reality
Actually making it to swim
His way out of Compton with further more to
Graduate honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars
It's 2004 and I'm him score thirty
Remember how them victory points had hurt me
'Cause every basket was a reaction or a
That we was just backwards
The where you find us
The art of us classes heading nowhere fast
Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on
ambition, plus dedication and wisdom
Qualities he was given was the shit we didn't
Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer for his finals
He had his like a spinal meanwhile
We singing the old song spinning the vinyl
Eleven graders gone
He focused on the NBA we on some Patron
Now watch black boy fly

boy fly
Watch black boy fly
boy fly
Watch black boy fly
boy fly
Watch that boy fly
boy

I used to of Jayceon
I to jealous of Jayceon, Taylor when I was young
Taylor a career out of music from writing songs
A Buick had past bumping him when I mowed the lawn
Money laundering hustling, pondering up against
Schemes to make a million even if doing you
the case and just in case you wasn't alarmed
The city had fought with firearms and many had died dawn
Its 2004 and I'm hearing the people
For the name of The Game they line in front of the
Swap selling our mixtapes I'm like oh shit, wait
Don't wanna be another stuck regretting mistakes
Mixed feelings was my opinion I was defending my
my conscience next to a villain
Compton made you believe wasn't real
Be honest, none of us knew of a record
So as I peel through these lottery
I see a Harley truck visit the same plaza we shopped
A nigga hopped out with Jordan's and a white tank top
He was top of the rap game, we was the top of the
So watch black boy fly

boy fly
Watch black boy fly
boy fly
Watch that boy fly
boy fly
Watch that boy fly
boy

My mama raise me up to be jealous hearted
Like most of the winners it
Regardless of where you stay, hold head and continue marching
That's what she said but in my head I to be like Jordan
A boy touring the with money from mic recording
The only way out the ghetto, you know the
Shooting hoops or live on the like top forty
And shortly, I got
Like every time I walked to the had them guns bursting
Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the
one in a million will ever see better days
Especially when the crime waves was bigger than
Break your boogie boards to pieces you just a homie
All these niggas facetious and all standing beside me
all will buy me a chopper if any one of you try me
What am I to do every neighborhood is an obstacle
two niggas making it out had never sounded logical
Three niggas making it out, that's impossible
So I believed the type of performance that I can do
I wasn't jealous 'cause of the talents got
I was terrified they'll be the black boys to fly
Out of

God
Black boy fly, watch black boy fly