Luyện nghe bài hát Scrape The Sky

Here we go, we go, here we go, here we go
Now we blastin' off the ozone
The way we kickin' in the is loco fa sho tho
We pavin' a road that's opposed to the
Goin' over your head like a top hat, that
I know you hear me spittin' hot raps
Now watch that beat it's about to drop
rockin' since the 09 jump 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 it out like me name 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 don't
Davey, he won't stop
We came to it 'till the city takes off
Captain (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 show you how to the sky

As the curvature of the earth takes shape, fly fast forward a video tape
And no cape, (nah) follow my jet stream
Proud in the clouds, boom! in your
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 to my turbulence
Drop from the sky like manna
All the way from Alabama to
Back to the West 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 the city takes off
Captain (yeah) ace pilot (yeah)
I wanna my wings and fly
To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my first class (yeah)
We'll show you how to the sky

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

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