Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding I'd like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3
Our flying time will be four hours and twenty minutes
And we will be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand
At time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, coming like 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 still
I mix a bit of Kendrick with some L.A. weather
Then step out like in its finest era
You niggas begging for attention, extra-extra
yourself, you get an F for effort
Ha-ha, I let the know
I chose to keep to and let the world go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let your girl
So she can be curious on Twitter me up
I'm laid back a bad one, you ain't never had one
Ass so fat that it tipped the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking badge
Hello to my wittiness, I'm grandson
And I'm a
Ever an understudy man I've always been a trip
Mama tell me that she me but she know her son a trip
Baby open up ears, you ain't heard it like this
Sounwave the beat,
I the flow down
Now all the way to the moon we to go now
I got enough of the to go around
So pack your bags and tell him you going out of
I'm a trip
Landing on runway, fly with me
Or die tryna fly, a Frisbee
out to Black Hippy, nigga we on
Like we been off, straight shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give some business
Pussy shit, I can give y'all some bitches
off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes
Then wear off the
hood rats, I those
And she know this is
hey mama
Seen your ass around the way lil' mama
But why you always in face lil' mama?
Embarrassing yourself, get off the (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be that
If I ain't, I gotta be nigga
Curtesy of oldest son, pay homage
Or pay attention, open your eyes and hear
me that, gi-gi-give me that
That's how I get at 'em when I look at a rack
Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few
So I can live on a hill just off a few
I want to live in a that none of y'all can visit
That might be outer space, the Jupiter
I quadruple my
If you don't see it then you're dead your eyes open
I've seen bullets hit the wheel, left his smoking
On Compton shit
that'll ride or die, that's a Compton bitch
You see my is the city of Lamar
It'll take twenty 'fore a nigga see them all
The swap meet dumping, the 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, don't say nothing
"How was your flight Mr.
Good, hope to see you time"