Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

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

2]
If I'm back in the Ville, smack in they grills
Ladies 'em; got that eighties Michael Jackson appeal
Homie curiosity, all these cats killed
Niggas caps gettin' peeled, for that cash
Will run up on yo' ass in that flash and the steel
Niggas laugh when steal, I just brag cause I'm real
I'm the shit, I pass gas when I feel
Shit is trash bag, it's all about the last
Mad I got yo' girl over like a bad pass
She know I rap, so I ain't even to bag that
Cash that? Probably not how I rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I could get yo' signed
A Don Juan type armed with a strong
I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing like Prom Night, bitch

3]
You must've got your marijuana laced
I some magicians make you disappear without a trace
Out-of-state speeding through New York Carolina plates
I'm the God, mother fucker, and how dare try to hate
You'll never shine like me, you could wear your hottest
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell Prada's fake
I you think fly, but nigga you ain't got a cape
I understand you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a
niggas bring it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see some players shooting, but this shit is not a
Badda badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass niggas like the clan, trying to hang,
By the way, since I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh