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 full of Polo, a pocket 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 laugh what, a nigga dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, Benz
Me and Christina Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga biz'
tell you how it is, nigga
I got this feeling man, a 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 barbecue? So why the you grillin' then!

2]
If I'm back in the Ville, smack in they grills
Ladies like 'em; got that Michael Jackson appeal
curiosity, all these cats getting killed
Niggas gettin' peeled, for that cash niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in mask flash and the steel
Niggas laugh when they steal, I brag cause I'm real
Motherfucker I'm the shit, I gas when I feel
Shit is trash bag, it's all about the last
Mad I got yo' girl turned over like a bad
She know I rap, so I ain't have to bag that
Cash that? Probably not how I 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 niggas must've got marijuana laced
I know magicians make you disappear without a trace
speeding through New York with 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
show y'all 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 you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a thing
niggas bring it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see some shooting, but this shit is not a game
Badda boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of
Old groupie ass like the clan, trying to hang, yeah
By the way, since ninety-seven I nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh