Luyện nghe bài hát Scrape The Sky

Here we go, here we go, we go, here we go
Now we blastin' off the ozone
The way we in the dojo is loco fa sho tho
We pavin' a that's opposed to the dodo
Goin' over your like a top hat, stop that
I know you hear me these hot raps
Now watch that beat 'cause it's to drop
Been rockin' since the 09 off, yeah, yeah
Last name Pan, first name Peter I know you see my flying and you want me to 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 looks on faces
'Cause I'm in E-F-F-E-C-T jetsetting on a daily basis

David Eff, man, ya stop
Davey Davey, he stop
We came to rock it 'till the takes off
Mister (yeah) ace pilot (yeah)
I spread 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

As the curvature of the earth takes shape, fly forward like a video tape
And no cape, (nah) just follow my jet
Proud in the clouds, boom! in precinct
All hop, no trampoline, box in the pocket of my jet jeans
with the stars, so bright even N.Y.C sees me at night
I see London, I see
Now Ladies bounce to my
Drop jams from the sky manna
All the way Alabama to Copacabana
Back to the West Side where I
So me, do you care if I...
to the bump 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 it 'till the city takes off
Captain (yeah) ace pilot (yeah)
I spread my wings and fly
To all the in the coach (yeah), and my first class folks (yeah)
We'll you how to scrape the sky

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

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