Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of gleaming and beamers
Cream so obscene, gotta clean my sneakers no mo'
A closet full of Polo, a pocket full of mo'
I'm in the fo' door, never stopping for the popo
I forget to send my momma to the Acapulco
You what, can't a nigga dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
Lemme tell you how it is,
I got this man, a nigga finna hit the ceiling fan
Fayettevillain killin', fishin' for scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm like Gilligan
Nigga is this a barbecue? So why the fuck you grillin' then!

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

3]
You niggas must've got your laced
I know 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 shine like 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 ain't got a
I understand you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a
Them bring it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see some shooting, but this shit 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 I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh