Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all some grown
I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking like
I'm pops to daughter's daughter
Want my head Pompeii, the Roman rider
I you off like a speed infraction
I'm with all the talking
Your got bad company
Fuck all been
LK, symbolic
All the shit I
You might get shot, but Johnny's driving nice
park it, don't you holla if it ain't 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 since Brenda Song
Told you I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
ain't no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, more like Christchurch,
Teresa cash, credit and
Not the car, but the feature
Need the if you're riding with the asshole
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour,
We make a nice cold week and if you ass caught
I'm on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who dropping
I'm of discussion when it's who young with the money
I'm here,
I hear my from the bleachers
But I'm too busy
Looking up to deceased
Long live the last king, had a dream

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