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 closet full of Polo, a pocket 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 laugh what, can't a dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Christina Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga biz'
Lemme tell you how it is,
I got this man, a nigga finna hit the ceiling fan
killin', fishin' for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that I'm chilling, I'm feeling like Gilligan
Nigga what is this a barbecue? So why the fuck you then!

2]
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
Niggas caps gettin' peeled, for that cash
Will run up on yo' ass in mask flash 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 bag, it's all about the last laugh
Mad I got yo' girl turned over a bad pass
She know I rap, so I ain't even to bag that
Cash that? not how I design rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I could get yo' signed
A Don type armed with a strong pipe
I put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Prom Night, bitch

3]
You must've got your marijuana laced
I know magicians make you disappear without a trace
Out-of-state speeding through New York Carolina plates
I'm the God, fucker, and how dare y'all try to hate
You'll never shine like me, you could wear your hottest
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 understand you think you gangsta, you ain't shot a thing
Them niggas bring it to you point-blank range, ain't aim
Yeah you see some players shooting, but this is not a game
boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass like 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 ice, wooh