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 in the fo' door, never stopping for the popo
I can't to send my momma to the Acapulco
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 finna hit the ceiling fan
Fayettevillain killin', for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling like
Nigga is this a barbecue? So why the fuck you grillin' then!

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

3]
You niggas must've got marijuana laced
I know some magicians you disappear without a trace
speeding through 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 could your hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell your 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
Them niggas bring it to you point-blank range, gotta aim
Yeah you see some shooting, but this shit is not a game
Badda badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
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