Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all some grown
I'm Julius Cleo betting on my empire
I'm busy in the jet, like a
in the house, looking like Granada
I'm to your daughter's daughter
Want my head Pompeii, the Roman rider
I you off like a speed infraction
I'm with all the talking
misery got bad company
Fuck all y'all
LK, symbolic
All the shit I
You might get shot, but driving nice cars
park it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my niggas weight the
The I've waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
This no ball game, mad ruckus
like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, credit and
Not the car, but the passport
Need the passport if you're riding the asshole
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour,
We make a nice cold week and if you ass caught
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't who dropping
I'm topic of discussion it's who young with the money
I'm here,
I hear my name the bleachers
But I'm too busy
up to deceased kings
Long live the last king, had a dream

And me
in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my
some grown liars
Busy in the jet like a
Julius built my
Y'all some liars
Y'all grown liars