Luyện nghe bài hát Landing

Yuh, jets nigga now where we been yet?
Bitches, I taylor gang
How fly
The backseat is for
Homie, I'm
I'll hop in
And drive bitch on my own
Out the
half raised
Bumpin' ma$e or some
the deuces to my neighbors
Like houston players
Got the two door
Black and red, like a Sega
first pimpin'
Or you get into this hangar
denied, you can't fly
You a lame
in a web of lies
Global travel, red
Plan plots,
xl, now I'm after
The source and the
Only magazines yet to
In
Nigga it, he deserve it
He perfect, but he workin'
On that second
the first one
Digital dollars, afford
the massages will 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 rectangle boxes in my
Niggas on a quest johnny and hodgy
(jet set, now where we been yet?)
The mix tape is done
This is it, here
I'm better than ever
just crushers
Rollers, and one and a half papers
Catch me and smokin' up
You got trees, nigga? it
I heard this is a friendly environment
Seen 'em at my
row, gettin' excited
They all smoke and my lines
Say I'm the
bitches who rep the gang
Hard as niggas who do the
And support the bullshit
They do the planes
In every city we like a train
They I'm swingin' past
Now them bitches gas, octaaane
Not a name to 'em to
I can skydive, no
With just a dope pair of
Zig and hella tattoos
Put you in a
That is my movie
The weed make it critical
Sit with the in his interview