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 road that's opposed to the
Goin' over your head a top hat, stop that
I know you me spittin' these hot raps
Now watch that beat it's about to drop
rockin' since the 09 jump off, yeah, yeah
Last name Pan, first name Peter I you see my flying and you want me to teach ya
But I stay so that all God's creatures, can hear me shout it out like me name was Aretha
Getting
Fly by see the on your faces
'Cause I'm in full jetsetting on a daily basis

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

As the curvature of the earth takes shape, fly fast forward like a 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
with the stars, so bright even N.Y.C sees me at night
I see London, I see
Now Ladies bounce to my
Drop from the sky like manna
All the way Alabama to Copacabana
Back to the West Side where I
So me, do you care if I...
Jump to the bump and to the skies?
We T-minus 10 to let the fly

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

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

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