Luyện nghe bài hát This Plane

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

And paper too

Rostrum in this bitch
Taylor Gang, Hustle
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 and became richer
People talking but see me I'm the same nigga
your bitch around we gone drink the champagne with her
We don't touch the ground, see a cloud my name it
ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gang
Fool, I'm a legend in streets 'cause how I do my thang
And don't wear the fitted, I got the on my chain
Oh man, still hate and talk smack, knowing if I was gone
There'd be no to throw your rocks at
Cruise at altitudes I'm tryna top that
So in touch with the real them suckas stop that
But I, or let die, party get high
And tell them to deplane or let fly

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

Stuck alone in wave race
Say I'm living too fast, plan on changing my pace
Got one foot on the gas, there's a need for brakes
Smoke with hash, fuck bitches from out of state
Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to me plates
Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we buying drinks
With a of broads, my nigga's and who got love 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 through this lens to see how it out
Substitute teacher ass niggas, a handout
Middle screaming fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money affiliated
Pop another bottle, chronic smoke integrated
Speculating me landing must've got me
I'm as the captain of the plane
a runner on the jet way

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