Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to you aboard flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying will be four hours and twenty minutes
And we be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, coming down I'm uphill
both lanes better than a bus will
She me that my head bigger than a bus wheel
But it don't matter cause she still gon' let me fuck
I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A.
Then step out like in its finest era
You niggas begging for attention, extra-extra
Downgrading yourself, you get an F for
Ha-ha, I let the world
I chose to keep to myself and let the go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let your girl
So she can be on Twitter looking me up
I'm laid back with a bad one, you ain't had one
Ass so fat that it over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking come
Hello to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's
And I'm a
Ever since an understudy man always been a trip
Mama me that she love me but she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears, you ain't heard it this
Sounwave the beat,
I the flow down
Now all the way to the moon we to go now
I got enough of the mojo to go
So pack your bags and tell him you out of town
Cause I'm a
on another runway, fly with me
Or die fly, a shot-down Frisbee
out to Black Hippy, nigga we on
Like we been off, straight shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the to give y'all some business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all bitches
Clean off her sports bra, she clean off my
Then off the Kangols
hood rats, I hate
And she what this is
hey mama
Seen pretty ass around the way lil' mama
But why you always in somebody face mama?
yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be nigga
If I ain't, I gotta be that
of Paula's oldest son, pay homage
Or pay attention, open your eyes and knowledge
Gi-give me that, me that
That's how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe
Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few
So I can live on a just off a few raps
I to live in a space that none of y'all can visit
might be outer space, the Jupiter district
I my vision
If you don't see it then you're with your eyes open
I've seen hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On some shit
Somebody ride or die, that's a Compton bitch
You see my city is the of Lamar
It'll take twenty years 'fore a nigga see all
The meet dumping, the sawed-off pumping
The tree for the low, don't you know, Paul
I'm on nine, I can see rain coming
So if I'm out my mind, people don't say
"How was flight Mr. Lamar?
Good, to see you next time"