Luyện nghe bài hát Thirsty

"Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you aboard flight F2B3
Our scheduled flying time will be four and twenty minutes
And we will be 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 like I'm uphill
Hogging both better than a bus will
She me that my head bigger than a bus wheel
But it don't cause she still gon' let me fuck still
I mix a little bit of with some L.A. weather
Then out like Chicago in its finest era
You niggas begging for attention, doing
yourself, you get an F for effort
Ha-ha, I let the know
I to keep to myself and let the world go
And if you don't like a nigga, let your girl know
So she can be curious on looking me up
I'm back with a bad one, you ain't never had one
Ass so fat that it tipped over the
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 I've been a trip
Mama me that she love me but she know her son a trip
Baby 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 to go around
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 shot-down
Shout out to Hippy, nigga we on
Like we never been off, straight of Patron
I'm give y'all the to give y'all some business
Pussy ain't shit, I can give some bitches
Clean off her bra, she clean off my dishes
wear off the Kangols
hood rats, I those
And she know this is
hey mama
Seen your pretty ass around the way mama
But why you always in face lil' 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, 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, start at a few racks
So I can live on a hill just off a few
I want to live in a space none of y'all can visit
might be outer space, the Jupiter district
I my vision
If you see it then you're dead with your eyes open
I've seen hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
On Compton shit
Somebody that'll ride or die, that's a bitch
You see my city is the of Lamar
It'll take twenty 'fore a nigga see them all
The swap dumping, the sawed-off pumping
The for the low, don't 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"