Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

I was years old, when I got my first pair
And I stepped
And I was like, Momma, air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly
I hit that court, and I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
I the net, Momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life
Air were next,
That air bubble, that
The box, the smell, the stuffin, the tread, in
I was so
I knew that I crease 'em
My friends afford 'em
stripes on their Adidas
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks like the pros
Yo, I stick out my tongue so could see that logo
Air Flight, but bad was so dope
And then my friend Carlos' got murdered for his fours, whoa
See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult
Didn't get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
You could clown for those Pro Wings, the velcro
Those not tight
I was trying to fly without the ground, cuz I wanted to be like Mike, right
to be him
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to the rim
I wanted to be cool, and I to fit in
I wanted he had, America, it begins

I to fly
Can you take me far
Give me a to reach for
Tell me what it
And go so high
I'll go so
My feet won't touch the
Stitch my
And pull the
I bought these
That all fall

We want what we have, commodity makes us want it
So expensive, damn, I just got to it
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this new shit
A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never in
Look at me, at me, I'm a cool kid
I'm an individual, yea, but I'm of a movement
My movement me be a consumer and I consumed it
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh
Look at that swoosh did
See it my thoughts
Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in box
Strangled by these laces, laces I can talk
my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops
We are we wear, we wear what we are
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil tricked us all
Will I for change, or stay in my box
These help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off

I to fly
Can you me far away
Give me a star to for
Tell me it takes
And I'll go so
I'll go so
My feet won't the ground
Stitch my
And pull the
I these dreams
That all fall

They out, with what I wear to school
That first day, like these are what you cool
And pair, this would be my parachute
So more than just a pair of shoes
Nah, is what I am
What I wore, is the source of my youth
dream that they sold to you
For a hundred dollars and some
is in the veins
And now I see it's just pair of shoes.