Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you flight number F2B3
Our scheduled time will be four hours and twenty minutes
And we be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
Relax and normally"
Uh, coming down I'm uphill
Hogging both lanes better than a bus
She tell me that my head than a bus wheel
But it don't matter cause she still gon' let me still
I mix a little bit of with some L.A. weather
step out like Chicago in its finest era
You niggas for attention, doing extra-extra
yourself, you get an F for effort
Ha-ha, I let the know
I chose to keep to and let the world go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let girl 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 it tipped over the Aston
Speeding on the till the fucking badge come
to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson
And I'm a
Ever since an understudy man I've always been a
tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip
Baby up your ears, you ain't heard it like this
drop the beat,
I lock the 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
Cause I'm a
Landing on runway, fly with me
Or die tryna fly, a Frisbee
out to Black Hippy, nigga we on
Like we never off, straight shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to y'all some business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give some bitches
Clean off her sports bra, she off my dishes
Then wear off the
hood rats, I those
And she know this is
hey lil'
Seen your pretty ass around the way mama
But why you in somebody face lil' mama?
Embarrassing yourself, get off the (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be that
If I ain't, I be that nigga
Curtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay
Or pay attention, open your eyes and knowledge
me that, gi-gi-give me that
That's how I get at 'em I look at a shoe rack
for thoughts, mine start at a few racks
So I can live on a hill just off a few
I to live in a space that none of y'all can visit
That might be space, the Jupiter district
I my vision
If you don't see it you're dead with your eyes open
I've bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On some shit
Somebody ride or die, that's a Compton bitch
You see my city is the city of
It'll twenty years 'fore a nigga see them all
The swap meet dumping, the sawed-off
The tree for the low, you know, Paul Bunyan
I'm on cloud nine, I can see rain
So if I'm out my mind, don't say nothing
"How was your flight Mr.
Good, to see you next time"