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 kickin' in the is loco fa sho tho
We pavin' a road opposed to the dodo
over your head like a top hat, stop that
I you hear me spittin' these hot raps
Now that beat 'cause it's about 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 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

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

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

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

Ha, sicker yo average
Down Goose and I'm fly like Maverick
With a savage attack and a mouth like a match fuego Homie, it ain't trickin' if it's magic
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' every time we land
'Cause stoppin' ain't an 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
Know I'm all about, child
I got that style that come to love
And I'mma stay fly, 'till the day I die spittin' fresh to death above, get it

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 spread my wings and fly
To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my class folks (yeah)
We'll you how to scrape the sky