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

Ugh, nigga that I always been.
Mets hat with under the brim.
I and bought, my closet a vault.
Gettin' dressed, sippin' & OJ like pulp.
like myself in my old easter photos.
Socks and the is Polo.
Stop, freeze, on my low low.
Airplanes, dollar signs, 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 fuckin with Spitta cuz she like her stroke different.
the moments of your life.
We all night, smoke all day,
eat breakfast at the airport, get drunk the 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...
the shade of the good trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the bitch roll weed,
No to bring her through.

2(Wiz Khalifa):

Ugh, I had a that I was smokin' California weed,
and brother I her give me what I need.
Pull up in car service, fly when I leave.
I'm chillin with 2 women who speakin' Japanese, nigga please.
I'm selling out concerts, some 501 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.
I'mma smoke one with you, roll one for the whip.
to my brand new shit,
My doors suicide, though my trees big provided,
Fly society, and Taylor 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,
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 roll weed,
No need to her through.