Luyện nghe bài hát This Plane

Yeah it's young Man
Mr.
Everyone me man
Taylor or die
And this project is to you by

And paper too

Rostrum in this bitch
Taylor Gang, Heavy
Deal or No
Yeah,

You
I'm
Screaming fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money
Speculating me landing, must have got me mistaken with niggas
Know you get high as fuck as long as the planes with you
Left that major situation alone and became
People talking down but see me I'm the nigga
your bitch around we gone drink the champagne with her
We don't touch the ground, see a cloud with my it
ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gang
Fool, I'm a legend in these streets 'cause how I do my
And don't wear the fitted, I got the on my chain
Oh man, still they hate and talk smack, knowing if I was
be no throne to throw your rocks at
Cruise at maximum altitudes I'm top that
So in touch with the them suckas tryna stop that
But I, live or let die, party get
And tell them lames to or let fly

Don't know what hatin' for, I'm just gettin' my paper
Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm
I don't wanna leave, but I to, it's such a shame
(Shame, shame)
They gon' miss plane (plane, plane)
They miss this plane (plane, plane)
gon' miss this plane (plane, plane)
They miss this plane
I try to believe you, I wanna leave but I need to

alone in this wave race
Say I'm living too fast, don't plan on my pace
Got one foot on the gas, never a need for brakes
Smoke ez-wider's hash, fuck bitches from out of state
Valet my cars, a waiter to bring me plates
Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying
With a couple of broads, my nigga's and who got for me
It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having
Uh, so while you trying to fit in, I'mma stand out
And view my life this lens to see how it pans out
Substitute ass niggas, need a handout
Middle finger screaming fuck niggas who hated, I'm money affiliated
Pop another bottle, that chronic smoke
Speculating me must've got me mistaken
I'm speaking as the of the plane
You'se a on the jet way

Don't know what they hatin' for, I'm just my paper
Well, maybe they'll love me more I'm gone
I don't leave, but I need to, it's such a shame
(Shame, shame)
They gon' this plane (plane, plane)
They gon' this plane (plane, plane)
They miss this plane (plane, plane)
They miss this plane
I try to believe you, I wanna leave but I need to