Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time be four hours and twenty minutes
And we will be cruising at an altitude of feet
At this time we like to acquaint you with some of the features
Relax and normally"
Uh, coming down I'm uphill
Hogging both lanes better a bus will
She tell me that my head bigger than a bus
But it don't matter cause she gon' let me fuck still
I mix a little bit of Kendrick some L.A. weather
Then step out like in its finest era
You niggas for attention, doing extra-extra
yourself, you get an F for effort
Ha-ha, I let the world
I chose to keep to myself and let the go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let your know
So she can be on Twitter looking me up
I'm laid with a bad one, you ain't never had one
Ass so fat that it over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the badge come
Hello to my wittiness, I'm grandson
And I'm a
Ever since an understudy man always been a trip
Mama tell me that she me but she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears, you heard it like this
Sounwave the beat,
I the flow down
Now all the way to the moon we to go now
I got enough of the mojo to go
So pack your bags and tell him you out of town
I'm a trip
Landing on another runway, fly me
Or die tryna fly, a Frisbee
out to Black Hippy, nigga we on
Like we never been off, straight of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to y'all some business
Pussy ain't shit, I can y'all some bitches
Clean off her bra, she clean off my dishes
Then wear off the
rats, I hate those
And she what this is
hey lil'
Seen your pretty ass around the way lil'
But why you always in somebody face lil'
yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be nigga
If I ain't, I gotta be that
Curtesy of oldest son, pay homage
Or pay attention, open your and hear knowledge
Gi-give me that, me that
how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe rack
Penny for thoughts, mine at a few racks
So I can live on a hill off a few raps
I want to in a space that none of y'all can visit
That might be outer space, the district
I quadruple my
If you don't see it you're dead with your eyes open
I've seen bullets hit the wheel, his ride smoking
On Compton shit
Somebody that'll ride or die, a Compton bitch
You see my city is the of Lamar
take twenty years 'fore a nigga see them all
The swap dumping, the sawed-off pumping
The tree for the low, you know, Paul 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, to see you next time"