Luyện nghe bài hát Landing

Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we been
Bitches, I taylor that
How fly
The backseat is for
Homie, I'm
I'll hop in
And drive bitch on my own
Out the
Windows half
Bumpin' or some sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my
them houston players
Got the two caprice
Black and red, like a Sega
Password pimpin'
Or you can't get into hangar
denied, you can't fly
You a lame
Tangled in a web of
Global travel, red
plots, strategize
Doube xl, now I'm
The source and the
Only yet to recognize
In
Nigga it, he deserve it
He perfect, but he workin'
On that second
Dropped the one
dollars, afford flights
Where the massages be provided
By my down ass dancing italian goddess
The got it
That's why she's ridin' the pilot
spitta smoked out in the same crowd
Where waldo was
Orange boxes in my pockets
Niggas on a quest johnny and hodgy
(jet set, now where we been yet?)
The mix is officially done
This is it, here
I'm back than ever
weed crushers
Rollers, and one and a half wide
me and spitta smokin' up
You got trees, light it
I this is a weed friendly environment
Seen 'em at my
Front row, gettin'
all smoke and memorize my lines
Say I'm the
bitches who rep the gang
Hard as who do the same
And don't the bullshit
They do the planes
In every city we like a train
heard I'm swingin' past
Now them gettin' gas, octaaane
Not a name to 'em to
I can skydive, no
With just a pair of shoes
Zig zags and tattoos
Put you in a
That this is my
The bomb make it critical
Sit the vampire in his interview