Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we 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
Windows half
Bumpin' ma$e or sade'
Chuckin' the to my neighbors
them houston players
Got the two caprice
Black and red, like a Genesis
Password pimpin'
Or you can't get into hangar
denied, you can't fly
You a lame
in a web of lies
Global travel, red
Plan plots,
Doube xl, now I'm
The source and the
Only yet to recognize
In
Nigga worth it, he it
He perfect, but he workin'
On that album
the first one
Digital dollars, afford
Where the massages be provided
By my down ass dancing italian goddess
The got it
That's why she's with the pilot
Find spitta smoked out in the same
waldo was spotted
Orange boxes in my pockets
on a quest like johnny and hodgy
(jet set, now haven't we been yet?)
The mix is officially done
is it, right here
I'm back better than
just weed
Rollers, and one and a half papers
me and spitta smokin' up
You got trees, nigga? it
I heard this is a friendly environment
'em at my shows
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 support the
They only do the
In every city we smokin' a train
They heard I'm past
Now bitches gettin' gas, octaaane
Not a to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no
With just a dope of shoes
Zig zags and hella
Put you in a
That this is my
The bomb make it critical
Sit with the vampire in his