Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, some grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo on my empire
I'm busy in the jet, a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, like Granada
I'm pops to daughter's daughter
Want my like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I you off like a speed infraction
I'm with all the talking
Your misery got bad
Fuck all been
LK, symbolic
All the I embody
You might get shot, but driving nice cars
Tryna it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, to get you towed on
in bankroll, my niggas weight the dome
The shit I've waited for since Brenda Song
you that I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
This no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, more Christchurch, mother
cash, credit and visas
Not the car, but the passport
Need the passport if you're riding with the
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour,
We make a nice cold and if you ass caught creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop tell who dropping
I'm topic of discussion when it's who with the money
I'm here,
I hear my from the bleachers
But I'm too reaching
Looking up to kings
Long the last king, Martin had a dream

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