Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you aboard number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time will be hours and twenty minutes
And we will be at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, coming down I'm uphill
Hogging lanes better than a bus will
She tell me that my bigger than a bus wheel
But it don't matter she still gon' let me fuck still
I mix a bit of Kendrick with some L.A. weather
Then out like Chicago in its finest era
You niggas begging for attention, extra-extra
yourself, you get an F for effort
Ha-ha, I let the world
I to keep to myself and let the world go
And if you don't a nigga, then let your girl know
So she can be on Twitter looking me up
I'm laid back a bad one, you ain't never had one
Ass so fat that it over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking badge
to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson
And I'm a
since an understudy man I've always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a
Baby up your ears, you ain't heard it like this
Sounwave the beat,
I lock the flow
Now all the way to the moon we to go now
I got of the mojo 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 shot-down
Shout out to Black Hippy, we on
Like we never been off, shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give y'all business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some
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 pretty ass around the way lil'
But why you in somebody face lil' mama?
Embarrassing yourself, get off the (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be that
If I ain't, I gotta be nigga
of Paula's oldest son, pay homage
Or pay attention, open eyes and hear knowledge
me that, gi-gi-give me that
That's how I get at 'em when I look at a rack
Penny for thoughts, mine at a few racks
So I can live on a hill just off a few
I want to live in a space that none of can visit
might be outer space, the Jupiter district
I my vision
If you don't see it then you're dead with your open
seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On Compton shit
Somebody that'll or die, that's a Compton bitch
You see my is the city of Lamar
It'll take twenty years 'fore a nigga see all
The meet dumping, the sawed-off pumping
The for the low, don't you know, Paul Bunyan
I'm on cloud nine, I can see coming
So if I'm out my mind, people don't say
"How was your Mr. Lamar?
Good, hope to see you time"