Luyện nghe bài hát How Fly

1(Curren$y):

[Ugh, Jets nigga, now where we?
Taylor gang, stay rollin up paper planes.
Yeah! Jets nigga, now haven't we?
And I'm to get Grease to smoke joints man,
trying to him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
I get back to New Orleans.
Ugh, How Fly, Yeah!]

Ugh, same nigga I always been.
hat with green under the brim.
I shop and bought, my a vault.
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ pulp.
Lookin like in my old easter photos.
and the rugby is Polo.
Stop, freeze, on my low low.
Airplanes, dollar signs, my logo.
Kush smokin in my dojo.
collector, I bring em out kid.
Kicks all the crib, roundhouses.
Ugh, you talkin about well,
If your bitch with Spitta cuz she like her stroke different.
Celebrate the moments of life.
We all night, smoke all day,
eat breakfast at the airport, get drunk the flight, Yeah!

Chorus(Curren$y):

is how we do...
Everyday money,
Make bitches you.

Nigga, is how we do...
to the club,
Hope out, and the coupes.

Nigga, is how we do...
the shade of the good trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the bitch roll weed,
No need to her through.

2(Wiz Khalifa):

Ugh, I had a dream I was smokin' California weed,
and brother I tell her me what I need.
up in car service, fly private when I leave.
I'm with 2 pretty women who speakin' Japanese, nigga please.
I'm selling out concerts, some 501 pants sag,
and my converse.
Spitta to my left, let him hit the first.
Lame nigga if he get a hit.
Little do he that's a guaranteed way to get skipped.
I find women and politic,
Wakin' up, drunk, feelin' sick.
I'mma smoke one with you, roll one for the whip.
to my brand new shit,
My doors suicide, my trees big chop provided,
Fly society, and Gang or get hanged.
Smokin' weed with your bitches she told you she'd never do it again.

Chorus(Curren$y):

is how we do...
Everyday money,
Make bitches you.

Nigga, is how we do...
to the club,
Hope out, and the coupes.

Nigga, is how we do...
Under the shade of the trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the can't roll weed,
No need to her through.