Luyện nghe bài hát How Fly

1(Curren$y):

[Ugh, Jets nigga, now where we?
gang, stay rollin up them paper planes.
Yeah! Jets nigga, now where we?
And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke man,
to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
before I get to New Orleans.
Ugh, How Fly, Yeah!]

Ugh, nigga that I always been.
Mets hat green 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.
Kicks all the crib, roundhouses.
Ugh, you talkin 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 the whole flight, Yeah!

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 shade of the 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.
Pull up in car service, fly when I leave.
I'm with 2 pretty women who speakin' Japanese, nigga please.
I'm out concerts, some 501 pants that sag,
and my converse.
Spitta to my left, let him hit the first.
Lame nigga if he get a hit.
Little do he know a guaranteed way to get skipped.
I find beautiful and politic,
Wakin' up, still drunk, sick.
smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip.
Listenin' to my new shit,
My doors suicide, though my trees big provided,
Fly society, and Gang or get hanged.
Smokin' with 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 shade of the trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the bitch can't weed,
No need to her through.