Luyện nghe bài hát The Plan

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

I go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this 'cause 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 bring (no)
Thought that was the plan (yeah)

up, now I am the man (yeah)
It's shit you don't (ayy)
Popeye opened the can
I don't with 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 girlfriend my number one (yeah)
scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us a different group of guys
Spot the or lies, I mean business
But I'm not in and ties
Just prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into (yeah)
Indy 500 my (ayy)
Drinking it to the face
and women, two things I don't chase (uh)
Don't got a minute to (yeah)
Mask off I'm my face (yeah)
Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it's a (uh)
I put 'em back place (yeah)
I put bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she's vanishing without a (yeah)

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

that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was the plan (no)
Thought was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it (no)
that was always the plan
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 this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I'm like: The fuck you doing? (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald's a in
never be Jordan, you're more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I'm (ayy)
Exclusive Who let you in? (yeah)
Money talks, I speak it
Got of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick that
This bitch
Pack, that
Making quick
This blap
She did (uh)
Taking a trap nap (yeah)
I go all and shit
gotta hide this shit
This shit's a freestyle, I ain't even this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I'm finna light shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South
This is shit they don't teach
go too far
Don't trap too
Bitch, don't reach (uh)
got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I'm courtside, I got floor
to Rihanna like