Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets nigga now haven't we been yet?
Bitches, I taylor that
How fly
The backseat is for
Homie, I'm
hop in front
And drive this on my own
Out the
half raised
Bumpin' ma$e or sade'
Chuckin' the to my neighbors
Like houston players
Got the two caprice
Black and red, like a Genesis
first pimpin'
Or you get into this hangar
denied, you can't fly
You a lame
in a web of lies
Global travel, red
plots, strategize
Doube xl, now I'm
The source and the
magazines yet to recognize
In
Nigga worth it, he it
He perfect, but he workin'
On that album
Dropped the one
Digital dollars, flights
Where the massages will be
By my ass exotic dancing italian goddess
The got it
why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find spitta smoked out in the crowd
waldo was spotted
Orange rectangle boxes in my
on a quest like johnny and hodgy
(jet set, now where we been yet?)
The mix tape is officially
This is it, here
I'm better than ever
just weed
Rollers, and one and a half wide
Catch me and smokin' up
You got trees, light it
I heard this is a weed friendly
Seen 'em at my
Front row, excited
They all smoke and my lines
Say I'm the
Know who rep the gang
as niggas who do the same
And support the bullshit
They only do the
In every city we smokin' like a
They heard I'm past
Now them bitches gettin' gas,
Not a name to 'em to
I can skydive, no
With a dope pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella
Put you in a
That is my movie
The bomb make it critical
Sit the vampire in his interview