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
in the house, looking like Granada
I'm pops to your daughter
my head like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off like a infraction
I'm with all the talking
Your misery got bad
all y'all been
It's LK,
All the shit I
You might get shot, but Johnny's driving nice
Tryna park it, don't you holla if it my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you on
Located in bankroll, my weight the dome
The shit I've waited for since Brenda Song
Told you that I'd it home, motherfuckers
This ain't no ball game, mad
More like the Rucker, more Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, and visas
Not the car, but the passport
Need the passport if you're riding with the
her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak
We make a nice week 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 young the money
I'm here,
I my name from the bleachers
But I'm too reaching
Looking up to kings
Long live the king, Martin had a dream

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