Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we yet?
Bitches, I taylor that
How fly
The is for newborns
Homie, I'm
hop in front
And this bitch on my own
Out the
half raised
Bumpin' ma$e or sade'
Chuckin' the to my neighbors
Like them players
Got the two door
Black and red, like a Genesis
first pimpin'
Or you can't get into hangar
Access denied, you fly
You a lame
Tangled in a web of
travel, red eyes
Plan plots,
xl, now I'm after
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, flights
Where the massages will be
By my down ass exotic dancing goddess
The got it
That's why she's ridin' with the
Find spitta smoked out in the same
waldo was spotted
Orange rectangle in my pockets
on a quest like johnny and hodgy
(jet set, now where haven't we yet?)
The mix tape is done
This is it, right
I'm better than ever
weed crushers
Rollers, and one and a half papers
Catch me and smokin' up
You got trees, light it
I heard is a weed friendly environment
'em at my shows
Front row, excited
all smoke and memorize my lines
Say I'm the
Know who rep the gang
Hard as who do the same
And support the bullshit
only do the planes
In every city we like a train
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 tattoos
Put you in a
That is my movie
The bomb make it critical
Sit with the in his interview