Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got of gleaming wings and beamers
so obscene, ain't gotta clean my sneakers no mo'
A closet full of Polo, a full of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, never stopping for the
I can't to send my momma to the Acapulco
You what, can't a nigga dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Christina Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean
Lemme you how it is, nigga
I got this man, a nigga finna hit the ceiling fan
Fayettevillain killin', for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling Gilligan
Nigga what is this a 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 getting
Niggas caps peeled, for that cash niggas
run up on yo' ass in that mask flash and the steel
Niggas laugh 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 about the laugh
Mad I got yo' girl over like a bad pass
She know I rap, so I ain't have to bag that
that? Probably not how I design rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I get yo' dime signed
A Don Juan armed with a strong pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Night, bitch

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