Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, like Granada
I'm pops to daughter's daughter
Want my head Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off a speed infraction
I'm through with all the
Your misery got bad
Fuck all been
LK, symbolic
All the shit I
You might get shot, but Johnny's driving cars
Tryna park it, you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my niggas weight the
The shit I've waited for ever since Song
Told you that I'd make-make it home,
This ain't no game, mad ruckus
More the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
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 cold 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 with the
I'm here,
I my name from the bleachers
But I'm too reaching
Looking up to deceased
Long live the last king, had a dream

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