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 forget to send my to the Acapulco
You laugh what, can't a dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, Benz
Me and Christina Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a mean biz'
Lemme tell you how it is,
I got this feeling man, a nigga finna hit the fan
killin', fishin' for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that I'm chilling, I'm feeling like Gilligan
what is this a barbecue? So why the fuck you grillin' then!

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

3]
You niggas must've got your laced
I know some make you disappear without a trace
Out-of-state speeding New York with Carolina plates
I'm the God, mother fucker, and how y'all try to hate
You'll never shine like me, you wear your hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell your Prada's
I understand you think fly, but you ain't got a cape
I understand you think you gangsta, 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
boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass niggas like the clan, to hang, yeah
By the way, since ninety-seven I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat on thin ice, wooh