Luyện nghe bài hát How Fly

1(Curren$y):

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

Ugh, same nigga that I been.
Mets hat with under the brim.
I shop and bought, my a vault.
Gettin' dressed, Rose' & OJ like pulp.
Lookin myself in my old easter photos.
and the rugby is Polo.
Stop, freeze, on my low low.
Airplanes, signs, Ortiz my logo.
smokin circles in my dojo.
Sneaker collector, I em out kid.
all over the crib, roundhouses.
Ugh, fuck you about well,
If your fuckin with Spitta cuz she like her stroke different.
Celebrate the of your life.
We party all night, all day,
eat breakfast at the airport, get drunk the flight, Yeah!

Chorus(Curren$y):

is how we do...
chase money,
Make chase 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 can't 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 give me I need.
Pull up in car service, fly 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 asked if he get a hit.
Little do he know a guaranteed way to get skipped.
I find women and politic,
Wakin' up, still drunk, sick.
I'mma smoke one you, roll another one for the whip.
to my brand new shit,
My doors suicide, though my trees big provided,
Fly society, and Taylor or get hanged.
Smokin' weed your bitches when she told you she'd never do it again.

Chorus(Curren$y):

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

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

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