Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of wings and beamers
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta clean my no mo'
A closet of Polo, a pocket full of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, stopping for the popo
I can't forget to my momma to the Acapulco
You laugh what, can't a nigga big
A swimming pool, big screen, Benz
Me and Christina Milian with kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
tell you how it is, nigga
I got this feeling man, a nigga finna hit the fan
Fayettevillain killin', fishin' for scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling like
Nigga what is this a barbecue? So why the you grillin' then!

2]
If I'm in the Ville, haters smack in they grills
Ladies like 'em; got that Michael Jackson appeal
Homie curiosity, all these cats getting
Niggas caps peeled, for that cash niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in that mask flash and the
Niggas laugh when steal, I just brag cause I'm real
Motherfucker I'm the shit, I pass gas I feel
Shit is trash bag, all about the last laugh
Mad I got yo' turned over like a bad pass
She I rap, so I ain't even have to bag that
Cash that? not how I design rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I could get yo' dime
A Don Juan type with a strong pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Night, bitch

3]
You niggas must've got your laced
I know magicians make you disappear without a trace
speeding through New York with Carolina plates
I'm the God, mother fucker, and how dare y'all try to
never shine like me, you could wear your hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell your fake
I understand you think fly, but you ain't got a cape
I understand you you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a thing
Them niggas bring it to you point-blank range, gotta aim
Yeah you see some players shooting, but this shit is not a
boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass niggas like the clan, to hang, yeah
By the way, since ninety-seven I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice,