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 will be cruising at an of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this time we would like to acquaint you with of the features
Relax and normally"
Uh, coming like I'm uphill
Hogging both 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 with some L.A. weather
step out like Chicago in its finest era
You begging for attention, doing extra-extra
yourself, you get an F for effort
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 tipped over the
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking badge
to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson
And I'm a
Ever an understudy man I've 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 it like this
drop the beat,
I lock the flow
Now all the way to the moon we to go now
I got enough of the mojo to go
So your bags and tell him you going out of town
Cause I'm a
on another runway, fly with me
Or die tryna fly, a Frisbee
Shout out to Black Hippy, we on
Like we never been off, shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give some business
Pussy shit, I can give y'all some bitches
Clean off her sports bra, she clean off my
wear off the Kangols
hood rats, I hate
And she what this is
hey mama
Seen your pretty ass around the way lil'
But why you always in somebody face mama?
yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be that
If I ain't, I gotta be that
Curtesy of Paula's 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
for thoughts, mine start at a few racks
So I can live on a just off a few raps
I want to live in a space that of y'all can visit
That might be outer space, the Jupiter
I my vision
If you don't see it you're dead with your eyes open
seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On some shit
Somebody that'll 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 sawed-off
The tree for the low, don't you know, Paul
I'm on cloud nine, I can see coming
So if I'm out my mind, people don't say
"How was flight Mr. Lamar?
Good, to see you next time"