Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all some grown
I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking like
I'm pops to daughter's daughter
Want my like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off a speed infraction
I'm with all the talking
misery got bad company
Fuck all been
LK, symbolic
All the shit I
You might get shot, but Johnny's driving nice
Tryna park it, don't you holla if it my Gualla
up where I'm from, iPhone to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my niggas the dome
The shit I've for ever since Brenda Song
Told you that I'd make-make it home,
This ain't no game, mad ruckus
More the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, credit and
Not the car, but the passport
Need the passport if you're with the asshole
Tell her no bags, we on tour, freak
We make a nice cold and if you ass caught creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I won't tell who dropping
I'm of discussion when it's who young with the money
I'm here,
I hear my name the bleachers
But I'm too reaching
Looking up to deceased
Long live the last king, had a dream

And me
Busy in the jet like a
Julius my empire
some grown liars
Busy in the jet like a
Julius my empire
some grown liars
Y'all some liars