Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets now where haven't we been yet?
Bitches, I taylor gang
How fly
The is for newborns
Homie, I'm
hop in front
And drive this on my own
Out the
Windows raised
Bumpin' ma$e or some
Chuckin' the to my neighbors
Like them houston
Got the two caprice
Black and red, a Sega Genesis
Password first
Or you can't get into hangar
Access denied, you fly
You a spiderman
Tangled in a web of
travel, red eyes
Plan plots,
xl, now I'm after
The source and the
Only magazines yet to
In
Nigga worth it, he it
He ain't perfect, but he
On that album
the first one
Digital dollars, flights
Where the massages will be
By my down ass exotic italian goddess
The got it
why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find spitta smoked out in the crowd
Where was spotted
Orange boxes in my pockets
Niggas on a like johnny and hodgy
(jet set, now where we been yet?)
The mix tape is done
This is it, here
I'm back better ever
just weed
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
Front row, excited
They all smoke and memorize my
Say I'm the
Know bitches who rep the
Hard as niggas who do the
And don't the bullshit
They do the planes
In every we smokin' like a train
They heard I'm swingin'
Now them gettin' gas, octaaane
Not a name to 'em to
I can skydive, no
With just a dope of shoes
Zig zags and tattoos
Put you in a
That is my movie
The weed make it critical
Sit with the in his interview