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 where we?
And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke man,
trying to convert him to EZ or Zig-Zags
before I get to New Orleans.
Ugh, How Fly, Yeah!]

Ugh, same nigga I always been.
Mets hat with under the brim.
I and bought, my closet a vault.
Gettin' dressed, sippin' & OJ like pulp.
Lookin like myself in my old photos.
Socks and the is Polo.
Stop, freeze, on my low low.
Airplanes, dollar signs, my logo.
Kush smokin in my dojo.
Sneaker collector, I em out kid.
all over the crib, roundhouses.
Ugh, fuck you talkin well,
If your bitch fuckin Spitta cuz she like her stroke different.
Celebrate the moments of life.
We all night, smoke all day,
eat breakfast at the airport, get 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...
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 give me 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, 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 that's a 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.
Listenin' to my new shit,
My doors suicide, my trees big chop provided,
Fly society, and Gang or get hanged.
Smokin' weed with your bitches when she told you she'd do it again.

Chorus(Curren$y):

is how we do...
Everyday 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 bitch can't weed,
No to bring her through.