Luyện nghe bài hát Still Fly

What's up, Fresh? our turn, baby

Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay
Can't pay my rent all my money's spent
But okay 'cause I'm still fly

Gotcha car gems on shine
Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl, ride
You da 1 stunna and we gonna glide
And go straight to the mall and turn out the

Prowler Gucci length leather
cooler, Coogi sweater
Twenty inches pop my
The Birdman daddy, I fly in any

Alligator seats the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, so Fly
1, don't tangle and twist
When it come to these cars, I am fella

The Gucci with the interior
3 wheel ride the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and stunna and we brothers
We shine paint daddy, this our summer

Gator with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's
But okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a tank gas in my new E-class
But alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's
But I'm rich, da, dada, dada, da

Have you seen the crocodile seats in the truck?
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite yo'
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard
With baby momma, playa is where you can find me

Pushing through the parking lot on 24's
Escalate with the out nose
With the arrow headed straight to I-hop
Jamima really loves me 'cause my syrup is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the 3 Benz
Hyper white lights, ultra lens

Sumitomo tires and they be run flat
TV the horn go, boy, can you top that?
I'm a show you some, rookie that button
The went, eh, eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didn't see no wire's and then I boom from the amplifiers

Let me slide in the Benz the fished out fins
Impala loud pipes, drinking Hen
It's the birdy, birdy man I'll do it
In the Cadillac truck with 10's

at my Gucci, it's about that time
6 bad flying in at 9
New truck with the paint job showing
Up and down and up go

And bodies on the Roadster
You know with that hardtop
Mommy, that's your
I'm up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and I up the bubbly

430 lex convertible top
The rims spinning every time I stop
I got a superman that I scored from Shaq
With a old school with a diamond in the back

Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I sharp
Can't pay my 'cause all my money's spent
But okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank gas in my new
But that's 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's
But I'm rich, da, dada, dada, da