Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got of gleaming wings and beamers
Cream so obscene, gotta clean my sneakers no mo'
A closet full of Polo, a pocket of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, stopping for the popo
I can't to send my momma to the Acapulco
You what, can't a nigga dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, Benz
Me and Christina with sixteen kids, yeah 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', for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that I'm chilling, I'm feeling like 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 like 'em; got that eighties Michael appeal
Homie curiosity, all these cats getting
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 cause I'm real
I'm the shit, I pass gas when I feel
Shit is trash bag, it's all about the laugh
Mad I got yo' turned over like a bad pass
She know I rap, so I even have to bag that
Cash that? Probably not how I rhymes
The got 'em singing, I could get yo' dime signed
A Don Juan armed with a strong pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing like Prom Night, bitch

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