Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Fly

(Cause I'm fly)

not a lie
(Cause I'm fly)

[ 1 ]
I just ride around town in my Seville
Lookin buff, pockets stuffed a grin on my grill
Rollin up my windows, raise my antenna
Cause I'm not only fly, but I'm a big bred
Girls in bikinis in my back
As I'm doin 95 down a street
Got proof that I paid for I bought
So if a cop tries to stop me, take him to court
out my big car puffin on a cigar
Make my girls wait on the while I step in the bar
First I walk through the door I ( *spitting sound* ) spit on the floor
Give some money to the poor, because I get more
Take off my black mink and a drink
My pockets Manhattan bank
So on my big ropes is a Gucci
All the pretty girls wink and I em, "You stink!"
Yes, I act so conceited cause I'm a
Money-makin, not Jamaican, and no way that you could it
No, I won't say and I won't say hi
And if you ask me why
(Why?) I'm fly

[ 2 ]
No, I'm not high, I said, I'm fly
Got a natural beauty ma my eye
I put my friends in a Benz, I put my girls in
Got the firmest epidermis with the curls
They call me boy wihtout Chips Ahoy
This 86 is my brand-new toy
I don't or bet, I just sip on a Mo
out my new blue Bally's and my silk-suit set
Got a like a boxer, the face of a god
'bout as pretty as a bitty, and I hit hard
I carry on a pimp, I even walk with a limp
In a fancy restaurant eatin lobbsters and
I bathe in champagne a girl named Elaine
In my jac'causei with a Uzi Suzy and Jane
The ladies help me undress and caressin my chest
big silk sheets on my fat matress
Whether with honey or not, I money a lot
I always a knot, cause I'm a hi-jackpot
The of the year, and I'm a hell of a guy
And if you ask me why
(Why?) I'm fly

not a lie
(Cause I'm fly)

[ 3 ]
Morning velours in gold, bathrobe
I was the sweets of the street when I was 12 old
I never searched for a wife, or a day in my life
Cause you're hookin I'll be cookin, lookin sharp as a knife
So you can if you want, cause in a matter of time
I'm straight for the top, and you'll be all on mine
I'm Mister Spectacular, rich as a bachelor
Relax and stacks as I max in my Maxima
Fly negro, yes, me, bro
And when I celo, I play for a kilo
My diamond glitter as I steer my Almanetta
on my sofa with a dollar sign-sweater
The ruler, like the Ayatollah
Snack on Renola, crack a cold Cola
G Rap and Polo, Excellency, your Highness
Just cuss or fuss, and I'll just bust sinus
Countin my cash, plus mount my
Dump the ash on low-down trash
Marley's car is two-toned, and ended with chrome
And the Bell telephone makes you feel at
So Kool G Rap and his DJ Polo
We're the who made 'Demo', and we're rockin the show
not a legend or fiction, it's not no lie
And if you ask me why
(Why?) I'm fly

[ Marl ]
Yo yo yo yo..
G, Kool G
Yo man, tell me every time you down the street
Why those girlies let you walk by

(Cause I'm fly)

Yo yo yo, G
You're a brother, man
Got all the on yours
me why
me why
me WHY
(Cause I'm fly)

Yo, G, man
You're the flyest brother I
Yo, why you got all the on yours
Just me why
I wanna why
(Cause I'm fly)

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