Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all grown liars
I'm Julius Cleo betting on my empire
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
in the house, looking like Granada
I'm pops to daughter's daughter
Want my head like Pompeii, the Roman
I write you off like a infraction
I'm through all the talking
Your misery got bad
Fuck all been
LK, symbolic
All the I embody
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 I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
This ain't no ball game, mad
More like the Rucker, more like Christchurch,
cash, credit and visas
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 cold week and if you ass caught creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't who dropping
I'm of discussion when it's who young with the money
I'm here,
I my name from the bleachers
But I'm too busy
Looking up to deceased
Long live the king, Martin had a dream

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