Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

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

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