Luyện nghe bài hát Scrape The Sky

Here we go, we go, here we go, here we go
Now we blastin' off into the
The way we in the dojo is loco fa sho tho
We pavin' a that's opposed to the dodo
Goin' over your head a top hat, stop that
I know you hear me spittin' these hot
Now watch that beat 'cause it's to drop
Been rockin' since the 09 off, yeah, yeah
Last Pan, first name Peter I know you see my flying and you want me to teach ya
But I stay elevated so that all God's creatures, can hear me shout it out like me was Aretha
Getting
Fly by see the looks on your
I'm in full E-F-F-E-C-T jetsetting on a daily basis

David Eff, man, ya stop
Davey, he won't stop
We came to rock it 'till the takes off
Mister Captain (yeah) ace (yeah)
I wanna spread my and fly
To all the in the coach (yeah), and my first class folks (yeah)
show you how to scrape the sky

As the curvature of the earth takes shape, fly fast like a video tape
And no cape, (nah) follow my jet stream
in the clouds, boom! in your precinct
All hop, no trampoline, black box in the pocket of my jet
Shine the stars, so bright even N.Y.C sees me at night
I see London, I see
Now Ladies to my turbulence
Drop jams the sky like manna
All the way from to Copacabana
Back to the Side where I reside
So me, do you care if I...
Jump to the and take to the skies?
We 10 to let the hook fly

Eff, man, ya don't stop
Davey Davey, he won't
We came to rock it 'till the takes off
Mister Captain (yeah) ace (yeah)
I wanna my wings and fly
To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my first folks (yeah)
We'll you how to scrape the sky

Ha, than yo average
Down like Goose and I'm fly Maverick
With a savage and a mouth like a match spittin' fuego Homie, it ain't trickin' if it's magic
Illusions, indubitably
My can do it and we do it wild
Rock the clock all across the nation
Got a lot of Sky Miles and a reputation of makin' earthquakes every time we
'Cause stoppin' ain't an or part of the plan
Fools get to while I'm running on jet fuel
Now pay attention 'cause I'm ready to let you
Know I'm all about, child
I got that style you've come to love
And I'mma stay fly, 'till the day I die spittin' fresh to death above, get it

Eff, man, ya don't stop
Davey Davey, he stop
We to rock it 'till the city takes off
Mister (yeah) ace pilot (yeah)
I wanna spread my and fly
To all the in the coach (yeah), and my first class folks (yeah)
We'll you how to scrape the sky