Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Fly

(Cause I'm fly)

not a lie
(Cause I'm fly)

[ 1 ]
I just ride town in my Caddy Seville
Lookin buff, pockets stuffed with a on my grill
Rollin up my windows, raise my antenna
Cause I'm not fly, but I'm a big bred winner
Girls in in my back seat
As I'm doin 95 down a one-way
Got that I paid for everything I bought
So if a cop tries to stop me, take him to court
Jump out my big car on a cigar
Make my girls wait on the corner I step in the bar
First I walk through the door then I ( *spitting sound* ) spit on the
Give money to the poor, because I always get more
Take off my black mink and order a
My resemble Manhattan bank
So on my big ropes is a Gucci
All the pretty wink and I tell 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 ma beside my eye
I put my in a Benz, I put my girls in pearls
Got the firmest epidermis with the silky
They call me pretty boy wihtout Ahoy
86 Audi is my brand-new toy
I don't gamble or bet, I sip on a Mo
Pull out my new Bally's and my silk-suit set
Got a body a boxer, the face of a god
'bout as pretty as a bitty, and I hit hard
I on like a pimp, I even walk with a limp
In a restaurant eatin lobbsters and shrimps
I bathe in champagne with a girl Elaine
In my jac'causei a Uzi with Suzy and Jane
The ladies help me undress and caressin my chest
Only big sheets on my fat matress
Whether with or not, I make money a lot
I always carry a knot, I'm a hi-jackpot
The millionaire of the year, and I'm a of a guy
And if you ask me why
(Why?) I'm fly

not a lie
(Cause I'm fly)

[ 3 ]
velours in gold, another 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
while you're hookin I'll be cookin, lookin sharp as a knife
So you can front if you want, cause in a of time
I'm headed straight for the top, and you'll be all on
Cause I'm Mister Spectacular, as a bachelor
Relax and count as I max in my Maxima
Fly negro, yes, me, bro
And I play celo, I play for a kilo
My diamond rings glitter as I steer my
on my sofa with a dollar sign-sweater
The ruler, like the Ayatollah
Snack on Renola, then crack a cold
G Rap and Polo, your Excellency, Highness
Just cuss or fuss, and just bust your sinus
Countin my cash, plus mount my
the cigarette ash on low-down trash
Marley's car is two-toned, and it's ended with
And the Bell telephone you feel at home
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..
Kool G, G
Yo man, tell me time you walk down the street
Why don't girlies let you walk by

(Cause I'm fly)

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

Yo, G, man
the flyest brother I know
Yo, why you got all the girlies on
Just me why
I know why
(Cause I'm fly)

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