Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to you aboard flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time will be four hours and twenty
And we will be cruising at an of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, coming down like I'm
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 let me fuck still
I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A.
Then step out like Chicago in its era
You niggas begging for attention, extra-extra
yourself, you get an F for effort
Ha-ha, I let the know
I to keep to myself and let the world go
And if you like a nigga, then let your girl know
So she can be curious on Twitter me up
I'm laid back with a bad one, you ain't had one
Ass so fat that it tipped over the
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking badge
Hello to my wittiness, I'm grandson
And I'm a
Ever since an understudy man I've been a trip
Mama tell me she love me but she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears, you ain't heard it like
drop the beat,
I lock the flow
Now all the way to the we bout 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
Landing on another runway, fly me
Or die fly, a shot-down Frisbee
out to Black Hippy, nigga we on
Like we never been off, straight of Patron
I'm give y'all the to give y'all some business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some
Clean off her sports bra, she off my dishes
Then wear off the
rats, I hate those
And she what this is
hey lil'
Seen pretty ass around the way lil' mama
But why you always in somebody lil' mama?
Embarrassing yourself, get off the (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be that
If I ain't, I gotta be that
of Paula's oldest son, pay homage
Or pay attention, open your and hear knowledge
Gi-give me that, me that
how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe rack
Penny for thoughts, mine at a few racks
So I can live on a just off a few raps
I to live in a space that none of y'all can visit
That might be outer space, the district
I quadruple my
If you don't see it you're dead with your eyes open
I've seen hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On Compton shit
that'll ride or die, that's a Compton bitch
You see my city is the of Lamar
It'll take twenty years 'fore a see them all
The swap 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, don't say nothing
"How was your flight Mr.
Good, hope to see you time"