Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all some liars
I'm Julius with Cleo on my empire
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking Granada
I'm pops to your daughter's
Want my head Pompeii, the Roman rider
I you off like a speed infraction
I'm through with all the
Your got bad company
Fuck all y'all
It's LK,
All the I embody
You might get shot, but Johnny's nice cars
park it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you on
Located in bankroll, my niggas the dome
The I've waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
ain't no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, credit and
Not the car, but the feature
Need the passport if riding with the asshole
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour,
We make a nice week and if you ass caught creeping
I'm on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who dropping
I'm topic of discussion when it's who with the money
I'm here,
I hear my name from the
But I'm too reaching
up to deceased kings
Long live the last king, had a dream

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