Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo 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 speed
I'm through with all the
misery got bad company
Fuck 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 ain't my
Growing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you on
in bankroll, my niggas weight the dome
The shit waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
This ain't no ball game, mad
More like the Rucker, like Christchurch, mother
cash, credit and visas
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 cold week and if you ass caught creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who
I'm topic of discussion it's who young with the money
I'm here,
I hear my from the bleachers
But I'm too reaching
Looking up to deceased
Long live the king, Martin had a dream

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