Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of wings and beamers
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta clean my no mo'
A closet full of Polo, a pocket of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, never stopping for the
I forget to send my momma to the Acapulco
You what, can't a nigga dream big
A pool, big screen, mint-green Benz
Me and Christina Milian with sixteen kids, 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 scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling like
Nigga what is this a So why the fuck you grillin' then!

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

3]
You must've got your marijuana laced
I know some magicians make you disappear a trace
Out-of-state through New York with Carolina plates
I'm the God, mother fucker, and how dare try to hate
You'll never shine like me, you could wear hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell Prada's fake
I understand you think fly, but nigga you got a cape
I understand you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't 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 get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh