Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all grown liars
I'm with Cleo betting on my empire
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking like
I'm pops to your daughter's
Want my like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off like a infraction
I'm through with all the
Your misery got bad
all y'all been
It's LK,
All the shit I
You might get shot, but Johnny's driving cars
Tryna park it, don't you holla if it my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my weight the dome
The shit I've waited for ever Brenda Song
Told you that I'd make-make it home,
ain't no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, more Christchurch, mother
cash, credit and visas
Not the car, but the feature
Need the passport if you're riding with the
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour,
We make a cold 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 the money
I'm here,
I hear my name from the
But I'm too busy
Looking up to deceased
Long the last king, Martin had a dream

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