Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got of gleaming wings and beamers
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta my sneakers no mo'
A closet of Polo, a pocket full of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, stopping for the popo
I can't forget to send my momma to the
You what, can't a nigga dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Christina Milian with kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
tell 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, that mean I'm chilling, I'm like Gilligan
Nigga what is a barbecue? So why the fuck you grillin' then!

2]
If I'm back in the Ville, smack in they grills
like 'em; got that eighties Michael Jackson appeal
Homie curiosity, all cats getting killed
Niggas caps peeled, for that cash niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in that flash and the steel
Niggas laugh they steal, I just brag cause I'm real
Motherfucker I'm the shit, I gas when I feel
Shit is trash bag, it's all about the laugh
Mad I got yo' girl turned over like a bad
She know I rap, so I even have to bag that
Cash that? Probably not how I rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I get yo' dime signed
A Don Juan type armed with a pipe
I put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Prom Night, bitch

3]
You niggas got your marijuana laced
I know some magicians you disappear without a trace
Out-of-state speeding through New York with plates
I'm the God, mother fucker, and how dare y'all try to
You'll never shine like me, you could wear your hottest
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell Prada's fake
I understand you think fly, but nigga you ain't got a
I understand you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't a thing
Them bring it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta 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 like the clan, to hang, yeah
By the way, ninety-seven I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh