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 full of Polo, a pocket full of mo' dough
I'm in the fo' door, never stopping for the popo
I can't to send my momma to the Acapulco
You laugh what, can't a dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz'
Lemme you how it is, nigga
I got this feeling man, a nigga hit the ceiling fan
Fayettevillain killin', fishin' for that scrilla, 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 in the Ville, haters smack in they grills
Ladies 'em; got that eighties Michael Jackson appeal
Homie curiosity, all these cats killed
Niggas caps gettin' peeled, for that cash
run up on yo' ass in that mask flash and the steel
Niggas laugh when they steal, I just brag cause I'm
I'm the shit, I pass 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 I rap, so I ain't even have to bag that
Cash Probably not how I design rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I get yo' dime signed
A Don Juan type armed a strong pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm like it's Prom Night, bitch

3]
You niggas got your marijuana laced
I know some magicians you disappear without a trace
Out-of-state 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 could wear your Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell your fake
I understand you fly, but nigga you ain't got a cape
I you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a thing
Them bring it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim
Yeah you see some shooting, but this shit is not a game
boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass niggas like the clan, to hang, yeah
By the way, since I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh