Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of wings and beamers
so obscene, ain't gotta clean my sneakers 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 forget to send my momma to the
You laugh what, can't a nigga big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Christina Milian sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
tell you how it is, nigga
I got this feeling man, a nigga finna hit the fan
Fayettevillain killin', for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that I'm chilling, I'm feeling like Gilligan
Nigga is this a barbecue? So why the fuck you grillin' then!

2]
If I'm back in the Ville, haters smack in they
Ladies like 'em; got that eighties Michael Jackson
Homie curiosity, all these cats killed
caps gettin' peeled, for that cash niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in that flash and the steel
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 the last laugh
Mad I got yo' girl turned like a bad pass
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 type armed with a pipe
I put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Prom Night, bitch

3]
You niggas must've got your marijuana
I know some magicians make you disappear 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 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 think you gangsta, you ain't shot a thing
Them niggas bring it to you point-blank range, ain't 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, trying to hang,
By the way, since ninety-seven I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice,