Luyện nghe bài hát How Fly

1(Curren$y):

[Ugh, Jets nigga, now haven't we?
Taylor gang, stay up them paper planes.
Yeah! Jets nigga, now haven't 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 with under the brim.
I shop and bought, my a vault.
Gettin' dressed, Rose' & OJ like pulp.
like myself in my old easter photos.
Socks and the is Polo.
Stop, freeze, on my low low.
Airplanes, signs, Ortiz my logo.
Kush smokin in my dojo.
collector, I bring em out kid.
Kicks all the crib, roundhouses.
Ugh, fuck you about well,
If your bitch fuckin with Spitta cuz she like her different.
Celebrate the moments of life.
We party all night, all day,
eat at the airport, get drunk the whole 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...
Under the shade of the trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the bitch can't weed,
No need to her through.

2(Wiz Khalifa):

Ugh, I had a dream that I was smokin' weed,
and brother I her give me what I need.
Pull up in car service, fly private I leave.
I'm chillin with 2 pretty women who speakin' Japanese, please.
I'm selling out concerts, 501 pants that sag,
and my converse.
Spitta to my left, let him hit the first.
Lame asked if he get a hit.
Little do he know that's a way to get skipped.
I find women and politic,
Wakin' up, drunk, feelin' sick.
I'mma smoke one 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.
weed 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 roll weed,
No need to her through.