Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of gleaming and beamers
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta clean my no mo'
A full of Polo, a pocket full of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, never for the popo
I can't forget to send my momma to the
You laugh what, a nigga dream big
A pool, big screen, mint-green Benz
Me and Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
Lemme tell you how it is,
I got this feeling man, a nigga finna hit the fan
Fayettevillain killin', fishin' for scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling Gilligan
Nigga what is this a barbecue? So why the you grillin' then!

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If I'm back in the Ville, haters smack in they
Ladies 'em; got that eighties Michael Jackson appeal
Homie curiosity, all these cats killed
Niggas caps gettin' peeled, for cash niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in that flash and the steel
laugh when they steal, I just brag cause I'm real
Motherfucker I'm the shit, I pass gas I feel
Shit is trash bag, it's all the last laugh
Mad I got yo' girl turned like a bad pass
She know I rap, so I ain't even have to bag
Cash Probably not how I design rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I get yo' dime signed
A Don Juan type with a strong pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Prom Night,

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You niggas must've got marijuana laced
I some magicians make you disappear without a trace
Out-of-state speeding through New with Carolina plates
I'm the God, fucker, and how dare y'all try to hate
You'll shine like me, you could wear your hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can your Prada's fake
I understand you fly, but nigga you ain't got a cape
I understand you think you gangsta, you ain't shot a thing
Them niggas bring it to you range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see some players shooting, but this is not a game
boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old ass niggas like the clan, trying to hang, yeah
By the way, since ninety-seven I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on ice, wooh