Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets now where haven't we been 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 raised
Bumpin' ma$e or some
Chuckin' the to my neighbors
Like them houston
Got the two caprice
and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password pimpin'
Or you can't get this hangar
denied, you can't fly
You a spiderman
in a web of lies
Global travel, red
plots, strategize
Doube xl, now I'm
The and the vibe
magazines yet to recognize
In
Nigga it, he deserve it
He ain't perfect, but he
On that album
Dropped the one
dollars, afford 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 out in the same crowd
Where was spotted
Orange boxes in my pockets
on a quest like johnny and hodgy
(jet set, now where we been yet?)
The mix tape is officially
This is it, right
I'm better than ever
just crushers
Rollers, and one and a half wide
Catch me and spitta up
You got trees, nigga? it
I heard this is a weed friendly
'em at my shows
Front row, excited
They all smoke and memorize my
Say I'm the
Know bitches who rep the
Hard as who do the same
And support the bullshit
They only do the
In every city we smokin' like a
They heard I'm swingin'
Now them gettin' gas, octaaane
Not a name to 'em to
I can skydive, no
With just a dope pair of
Zig and hella tattoos
Put you in a
That is my movie
The bomb make it critical
Sit the vampire in his interview