Luyện nghe bài hát So Fly

Yeah, welcome to tha Church, II
213
Got my nephew Nate in da house
Dogg holla at 'em, where you at?

in my car
And I'm to the radio
I'm to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart

You were reaching for
I want me something natural
When alone it gets mighty cold
act as if you did not know

She let me play her heart
I'm late I said, "I'll soon be home"
All the while the was home alone
Let me tell you what she crying for, 'Cuz I'm fly

Yeah, he super sly, Nate
Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly,
You he supa sly
But me I'm supa dupa and I'm supa fly

I'd be the at this I know you waited this
And I wanted to be elaborate and so strenuous
And then you slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age, is that the way you be-hiz-ave?

I know you're feeling all hurt
But won't you talk to a Let me help out your pride
I'm a counselor, a pastor, a priest or a physchologist
A shrink, on a freak, my technique

And I minks, gator boots
And I'm the rip gets the loot
And I afraid to shoot
And I love to toot

beep as I slide up the street
I'm from the LBC and I don't know what y'all done heard me
But I'm a C-R-I-P with P-I-M-P too
I'm a real playa from the 213 crew

Now here boo
If you gonna bang or hang with tha
You to get in
Holla at her Nate

in my car
And I'm to the radio
I'm to a sad girl sing
about how she got her heart broke

You reaching for stars
I want me something natural
When you're it gets mighty cold
Don't act as if you did not

She let me play with her
I'm working late I said, "I'll be home"
All the while the was home alone
Let me tell you she crying fo', why? 'Cuz I'm fly

Yeah, he super sly, Nate
Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly,

G, 3 piece with a mink
Gotta think my shit
Stacy Adams a drink
Pockets pad up, they come from

So the ladies wink
You the one in the
Shotgun the thing
chillin' watchin', "The Lion King"

Crying and
'Cuz I'm with and Nate, singing, rhyming and things
I'm out late 'cuz I'm for change
I ain't with dime for

Hop and I'm trying to aim
At everything, be hating my fame
Since regulatin', been lacing the
Ain't no in the game

Two-one mother f'in dwizzle on the sizzle
And that's for
times for da riddles
You know these

we go, you know who us are
You tell by the car
Champagne
Bubble bath, I say I you and I laugh

in my car
And I'm listening to the
I'm listening to a sad girl
Sing about how she got her heart

You were for stars
I want me something natural
When you're alone it gets cold
act as if you did not know

She let me play her heart
I'm working late I said, "I'll be home"
All the while the girl was home
Let me tell you she crying fo', why? 'Cuz I'm fly

Yeah he super sly, Nate
Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly,