Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you aboard flight F2B3
Our scheduled flying time will be hours and twenty minutes
And we will be at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this time we would like to acquaint you with of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, down like I'm uphill
both lanes better than a bus will
She tell me my head bigger than a bus wheel
But it don't matter she still gon' let me fuck still
I mix a little bit of Kendrick with L.A. weather
Then step out Chicago in its finest era
You niggas for attention, doing extra-extra
Downgrading yourself, you get an F for
Ha-ha, I let the know
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 never had one
Ass so fat that it tipped the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the badge come
Hello to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's
And I'm a
Ever since an understudy man always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a
Baby open up your ears, you ain't it like this
Sounwave the beat,
I lock the down
Now all the way to the moon we to go now
I got enough of the to go around
So pack your and tell 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 been off, straight of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give some business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some
Clean off her sports bra, she off my dishes
wear off the Kangols
hood rats, I those
And she know what is
hey lil'
Seen your pretty ass around the way lil'
But why you in somebody face lil' mama?
Embarrassing yourself, get off the (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I be that nigga
If I ain't, I gotta be nigga
Curtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay
Or pay attention, open your and hear knowledge
Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me
That's how I get at 'em when I look at a rack
Penny for thoughts, start at a few racks
So I can on a hill just off a few raps
I want to in a space that none of y'all can visit
might be outer space, the Jupiter district
I quadruple my
If you don't see it then you're dead with your open
I've seen bullets hit the wheel, left his smoking
On some Compton
Somebody that'll ride or die, a Compton bitch
You see my is the city of Lamar
It'll take twenty years 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 say nothing
"How was your Mr. Lamar?
Good, hope to see you time"