Luyện nghe bài hát This Plane

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

And planes too

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

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

know what they hatin' for, I'm just gettin' my paper
Well, maybe they'll love me more I'm gone
I wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame
(Shame, shame)
They gon' this plane (plane, plane)
They gon' miss plane (plane, plane)
They gon' this plane (plane, plane)
They gon' miss this
I try to believe you, I wanna leave but I need to

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

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