Luyện nghe bài hát How Fly

1(Curren$y):

[Ugh, Jets nigga, now haven't we?
Taylor gang, rollin up them paper planes.
Yeah! Jets nigga, now haven't we?
And I'm to get Grease to smoke joints man,
trying to convert him to EZ Widers or
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.
dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ like pulp.
Lookin like myself in my old photos.
and the rugby is Polo.
Stop, freeze, on my low low.
Airplanes, signs, Ortiz my logo.
Kush circles in my dojo.
Sneaker collector, I em out kid.
Kicks all the crib, roundhouses.
Ugh, fuck you talkin well,
If your bitch fuckin with cuz she like her stroke different.
Celebrate the of your 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 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 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 private 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.
do he know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped.
I beautiful women and politic,
Wakin' up, drunk, feelin' sick.
I'mma smoke one you, roll another one for the whip.
to my brand new shit,
My doors suicide, though my big chop provided,
Fly society, and Taylor 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,
Make 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 to bring her through.