Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of gleaming and beamers
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta my sneakers no mo'
A closet full of Polo, a pocket full of mo'
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 sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
Lemme you how it is, nigga
I got this feeling man, a nigga hit the ceiling fan
killin', fishin' for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling like Gilligan
Nigga what is this a barbecue? So why the fuck you then!

2]
If I'm in the Ville, haters smack in they grills
Ladies like 'em; got eighties Michael Jackson appeal
Homie curiosity, all cats getting killed
caps gettin' peeled, for that cash niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in that mask flash and the
Niggas laugh when they steal, I just brag 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 over like a bad
She know I rap, so I ain't even have to bag
Cash that? Probably not how I design
The got 'em singing, I could get yo' dime signed
A Don type armed with a strong pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm like it's 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 hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell your Prada's
I you think fly, but nigga you ain't got a cape
I you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a thing
Them niggas bring it to you point-blank range, ain't aim
you see some players shooting, but this shit is not a game
Badda boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of
Old groupie ass niggas 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 thin ice,