Luyện nghe bài hát The Plan

Ayy, uh
I do this cause I
Turn, it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Yo, yo, yo, ayy

I might go up these bands (ayy)
I do this 'cause I can (yeah)
I took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was the plan (yeah)
I go fly to Japan (ayy)
get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I bring sand (no)
Thought that was the plan (yeah)

up, now I am the man (yeah)
It's shit you understand (ayy)
Popeye just the can
I don't fuck no fufu, that's not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a (yeah)
In the bay I'm (ayy)
YSL on me, god
Tell me, why is your my number one fan? (yeah)
scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must mixed us with a different group of guys
the truth or lies, I mean business
But I'm not in and ties
been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my (ayy)
it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I chase (uh)
Don't got a to waste (yeah)
off I'm showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout my ace (uh)
They hate so it's a disgrace (uh)
I put 'em into place (yeah)
I put bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she's without a trace (yeah)

I might go up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit I can (yeah)
I took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the (yeah)
I might go fly to (ayy)
get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don't sand (no)

Thought that was always the (no)
Thought that was always the (no)
Thought that was always the (ayy)
Did it I do it (no)
Thought that was always the
I might go fuck up bands (ayy)
I do this 'cause I can (yeah)
I just care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was the plan (yeah)

Uh, ten years this has been brewing (ayy)
I'm like: The you been doing? (yeah)
Hall of fame, a shoe in
You'll never be Jordan, you're more Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I'm (ayy)
like: Who let you in? (yeah)
Money talks, I it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I got a new one
Quick that
bitch whack
Pack, that
Making stacks
shit blap
She did (uh)
Taking a trap nap (yeah)
I go all and shit
Ain't gotta this shit
This shit's a freestyle, I even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I'm finna light shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South
This is shit that they teach
go too far
Don't trap too
Bitch, don't like (uh)
got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I'm courtside, I got floor
Next to Rihanna