Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

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

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

3]
You niggas must've got marijuana laced
I know some magicians make you disappear without a
Out-of-state through New York 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 you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a thing
Them niggas it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see some players shooting, but this is not a game
Badda badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass niggas the clan, trying to hang, yeah
By the way, since I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh