Luyện nghe bài hát How Fly

1(Curren$y):

[Ugh, nigga, now where 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 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 shop and bought, my a vault.
Gettin' dressed, sippin' & 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 about well,
If bitch fuckin with Spitta cuz she like her stroke different.
Celebrate the moments of 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 of the good trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the can't roll weed,
No to bring 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 when 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.
nigga asked if he get a hit.
Little do he know that's a way to get skipped.
I find women and politic,
up, still drunk, feelin' 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 Taylor 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...
Under the shade of the trees,
We cool. Yeah.
And if the bitch can't weed,
No to bring her through.