Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to you aboard flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time will be four and twenty minutes
And we will be at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, down like I'm uphill
Hogging both lanes better than a bus
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 little bit of Kendrick some L.A. weather
Then step out like Chicago in its 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 and let the world go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let your know
So she can be curious on Twitter me up
I'm laid back a bad one, you ain't never 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 tell me that she love me but she know her son a
open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this
Sounwave the beat,
I lock the down
Now all the way to the we bout to go now
I got enough of the to go around
So pack your bags and him you going out of town
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 off, straight shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give y'all some
Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some
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 the way lil' mama
But why you always in somebody lil' mama?
yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be nigga
If I ain't, I gotta be nigga
of Paula's oldest son, pay homage
Or pay attention, open eyes and hear knowledge
Gi-give me that, me that
That's how I get at 'em when I at a shoe rack
Penny for thoughts, start at a few racks
So I can on a hill just off a few raps
I want to live in a space that of y'all can visit
That might be outer space, the district
I my vision
If you don't see it then you're with your eyes open
I've bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On Compton shit
Somebody ride or die, that's a Compton bitch
You see my city is the city of
It'll take twenty 'fore a nigga see them all
The swap dumping, the sawed-off pumping
The tree for the low, don't you know, Bunyan
I'm on nine, I can see rain coming
So if I'm out my mind, people don't say
"How was flight Mr. Lamar?
Good, to see you next time"