Luyện nghe bài hát Planes

This one goes out to all worldwide
Let that play ass thumpy be your guide
As we go on a ride with playa killers and hood niggas thrive
And lame mo'fuckers can survive

Catch me rollin' through the
with the top off
Man, my whip so big you in it
Fuck and get lost
my bitch to let her hair down
What this costs
Tell me, baby, if you 'bout life right now
I it ain't tall, no

I can put you in the Mile Club, what's up?
Let's a trip
Have you ever "The World Is Yours"
On a

Tell her be free, baby, spread wings
Got legs in the sky like a plane
Let me guard that, I'm the
Can't see you 30 thousand feet
On your in them Prada's
freaky shit come up out her

Get baby roll one, cloud nine, 'bout to go up
Lovin' the feel of the turbulence, girl, we turn up
When we we can roll out
Show you somethin' you ain't know
Tonight we be takin' off with a camera to show out
I got you in the air, body in the air
How it up here?
You can scream as loud as you want, as you can
And ain't nobody hear it

you like it better
If I hit the coast?
Tell me, baby, if you 'bout that life now
I it ain't tall, no

I can put you in the Mile Club, what's up?
take a trip
Have you read "The World Is Yours"
On a

her be free, baby, spread your wings
Got your in the sky like a plane
Let me that, I'm the pilot
nobody see you 30 thousand feet
On your knees in Prada's
freaky shit come up out her

Get high roll one, cloud nine, 'bout to go up
Lovin' the of the turbulence, girl, when we turn up
When we land we can out
Show you you ain't know about (Cole World)
Tonight we be takin' off flight with a to show out

I got it, I got it, I got it,
You need a that's gonna come over and dig you out
You need a nigga that you is not gon' run his mouth
You a nigga when he done probably gon' put you out
You need a nigga that's gon' put it in mouth
Dick so big it's like a is in yo' mouth
And you ain't babysitting, but my kids all on yo'
And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you
Both graduated so keepin' it classy
Look, love me in the Chi like MJ
love me in the Chi like Oprah
No nigga could block, not Dikembe
to Cole, boy, you're softer than a sofa
And so far my new shit's so fire, nigga, my profile
Who you know make in a low tide?
Deebo'ed yo' bitch, now she both
Nigga, brown liquor in my liver
Pretty brown in my bed
Been a long time I had to ask for head
So God damn make me beg
But I if I need to 'cause for real, girl, I need you
I could put you on a flight, we could off tonight
If you of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you (Cole)

I can put you in the High Club, what's up?
take a trip
Have you read "The World Is Yours"
On a