Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets nigga now haven't we been yet?
Bitches, I taylor gang
How fly
The is for newborns
Homie, I'm
hop in front
And this bitch on my own
Out the
half raised
Bumpin' or some sade'
the deuces to my neighbors
Like houston players
Got the two door
and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password pimpin'
Or you get into this hangar
Access denied, you fly
You a spiderman
in a web of lies
Global travel, red
Plan plots,
xl, now I'm after
The source and the
magazines yet to recognize
In
worth it, he deserve it
He perfect, but he workin'
On that album
Dropped the one
Digital dollars, afford
Where the massages be provided
By my down ass dancing italian goddess
The got it
why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find spitta smoked out in the same
Where waldo was
Orange rectangle in my pockets
Niggas on a 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 wide
me and spitta smokin' up
You got trees, light it
I this is a weed friendly environment
'em at my shows
Front row, gettin'
They all and memorize my lines
Say I'm the
bitches who rep the gang
Hard as who do the same
And don't the bullshit
only do the planes
In city we smokin' like a train
heard I'm swingin' past
Now them bitches gas, octaaane
Not a to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no
just a dope pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella
Put you in a
That is my movie
The weed make it critical
Sit with the vampire in his