Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of gleaming wings and
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta clean my no mo'
A closet full of Polo, a pocket of mo' dough
I'm knocking in the fo' door, never for the popo
I can't forget to my momma to the Acapulco
You laugh what, can't a dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, Benz
Me and Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
Lemme tell you how it is,
I got this feeling man, a nigga hit the ceiling fan
Fayettevillain killin', for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling like Gilligan
Nigga what is this a So why the fuck you grillin' then!

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

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