Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, some grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my
I'm busy in the jet, like a
in the house, looking like Granada
I'm pops to daughter's daughter
Want my head like Pompeii, the Roman
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 park it, you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you on
in bankroll, my niggas weight the dome
The shit I've for ever since Brenda Song
Told you 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 on tour, freak
We make a nice cold week and if you ass creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I won't tell who dropping
I'm topic of discussion when it's who young the money
I'm here,
I hear my name the bleachers
But I'm too reaching
Looking up to kings
Long live the king, Martin had a dream

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