Luyện nghe bài hát The Plan

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

I might go fuck up bands (ayy)
I do this shit 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)
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 with no fufu, that's not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you a hand (yeah)
In the bay I'm (ayy)
YSL on me, god
me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you
Must have mixed us with a different of guys
the truth or lies, I mean business
But I'm not in suit and
Just prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my (ayy)
Drinking it to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don't (uh)
Don't got a to waste (yeah)
Mask off I'm showing my (yeah)
Shoutout my ace (uh)
They hate so much a disgrace (uh)
I put 'em back into (yeah)
I put your in a wraith
I just snatch her, vanishing without a trace (yeah)

I might go fuck up bands (ayy)
I do shit '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 don't bring (no)

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

Uh, ten years this has been brewing (ayy)
I'm like: The fuck you doing? (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald's a in
You'll never be Jordan, you're Patrick Ewing (yeah)
one spot, I'm pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive Who let you in? (yeah)
Money talks, I speak it
Got of my bitch, I went got a new one
swish that
This bitch
Pack, flip
Making quick
shit blap
She did (uh)
Taking a trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and
Ain't gotta this shit
shit's a freestyle, I ain't even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I'm finna this shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw on South Beach
This is shit that they don't
go too far
Don't too hard
Bitch, don't reach (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow
I'm courtside, I got seats
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