Luyện nghe bài hát Black Boy Fly

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

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

I to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
I used to be jealous of Aaron
He was the one to
He was the only leader foreseeing tomorrows
He live in the gym
We was in sorrow
Total of him
He made his dream a reality
Actually making it to swim
His way out of with further more to accomplish
with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars
It's and I'm watching him score thirty
Remember vividly how them victory points had me
every basket was a reaction or a reminder
That we was moving backwards
The bungalow you find us
The art of us ditching heading nowhere fast
Stick my head inside the hall, he focused on math
Determination ambition, plus dedication and
Qualities he was given was the shit we have
Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer for his finals
He had his back a spinal meanwhile
We singing the same old spinning the vinyl
Eleven graders gone
He on the NBA we focused on some Patron
Now that black boy fly

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

I used to of Jayceon
I used to jealous of Jayceon, Taylor I was young
Taylor a career out of music from writing songs
A Buick had driven past bumping him when I the lawn
laundering hustling, homies pondering up against
Schemes to make a even if doing you harm
War's the case and just in case you alarmed
The had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn
Its 2004 and I'm hearing the roar
For the name of The they line in front of the store
Swap selling our mixtapes I'm like oh shit, wait
Don't wanna be another nigga regretting mistakes
Mixed feelings was my opinion I was defending my
Chillin' my conscience next to a
Compton made you believe wasn't real
Be honest, none of us of a record deal
So as I peel these lottery tickets
I see a Harley Davidson truck the same plaza we shopped
A tall 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 that boy fly
boy fly
Watch black 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 your and continue marching
That's what she said but in my I wanted to be like Jordan
A boy touring the with money from mic recording
The only way out the ghetto, you the stereotype
Shooting hoops or live on the like top forty
And shortly, I got
Like every time I to the corner had them guns bursting
Nigga, I was in repetition the phrase
Only one in a million will ever see days
Especially when the waves was bigger than tsunamis
Break your boogie boards to you just a typical homie
All these niggas facetious and they all standing me
They all will buy me a if any one of you try me
What am I to do when every is an obstacle
When two making it out had never sounded logical
Three niggas making it out, that's impossible
So I never believed the type of that I can do
I wasn't jealous 'cause of the talents got
I was terrified they'll be the last black to fly
Out of

God
Black boy fly, that black boy fly