Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to you aboard flight number F2B3
Our flying time will be four hours and twenty minutes
And we will be cruising at an of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this time we would like to acquaint you with of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, coming like I'm uphill
both lanes better than a bus will
She tell me that my bigger than a bus wheel
But it don't matter cause she gon' let me fuck still
I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A.
Then step out like Chicago in its era
You begging for attention, doing extra-extra
Downgrading yourself, you get an F for
Ha-ha, I let the world
I chose to to myself and let the world go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let girl know
So she can be curious on looking me up
I'm laid back with a bad one, you never had one
Ass so fat it tipped over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the badge come
to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson
And I'm a
Ever since an understudy man I've been a trip
Mama tell me that she me but she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears, you ain't heard it like
Sounwave the beat,
I lock the flow
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
on another runway, fly with me
Or die fly, a shot-down Frisbee
Shout out to Black Hippy, we on
Like we never been off, shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give y'all some
ain't shit, I can give y'all some bitches
Clean off her sports bra, she off my dishes
Then wear off the
hood rats, I those
And she what this is
hey mama
Seen your pretty ass around the way lil'
But why you always in somebody face mama?
Embarrassing yourself, get off the (Lil Mama)
Nigga, I gotta be nigga
If I ain't, I be that nigga
Curtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay
Or pay attention, your eyes and hear knowledge
me that, gi-gi-give me that
That's how I get at 'em when I look at a rack
Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few
So I can live on a hill off a few raps
I want to live in a space none of y'all can visit
That might be space, the Jupiter district
I quadruple my
If you don't see it then you're dead with your eyes
seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On some shit
Somebody that'll ride or die, that's a bitch
You see my city is the of Lamar
It'll take twenty years 'fore a nigga see all
The swap dumping, the sawed-off pumping
The tree for the low, you know, Paul Bunyan
I'm on cloud nine, I can see coming
So if I'm out my mind, people say nothing
"How was your flight Mr.
Good, to see you next time"