Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding I'd like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time be four hours and twenty minutes
And we will be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand
At time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
and breathe normally"
Uh, coming like I'm uphill
Hogging both lanes better than a bus
She tell me that my head than a bus wheel
But it don't cause she still gon' let me fuck still
I mix a little bit of Kendrick with L.A. weather
Then 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 to myself and let the world go
And if you don't like a nigga, then let your girl
So she can be on Twitter looking me up
I'm laid back with a bad one, you ain't had one
Ass so fat it tipped over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking come
to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson
And I'm a
Ever an understudy man I've always been a trip
Mama tell me she love me but she know her son a trip
open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this
Sounwave 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 another runway, fly me
Or die tryna fly, a shot-down
Shout out to Hippy, nigga we on
we never been off, straight shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business to give y'all business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some
off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes
Then off the Kangols
hood rats, I hate
And she know what is
hey lil'
Seen pretty ass around the way lil' 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 gotta be that
Curtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay
Or pay attention, open your and hear knowledge
Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me
That's how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe
for thoughts, mine start at a few racks
So I can live on a just off a few raps
I want to 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 then you're dead with eyes open
seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On some shit
that'll ride or die, that's a Compton bitch
You see my city is the city of
take twenty years 'fore a nigga see them all
The swap meet dumping, the pumping
The tree for the low, don't you know, Bunyan
I'm on cloud nine, I can see rain
So if I'm out my mind, people say nothing
"How was your Mr. Lamar?
Good, hope to see you time"