Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we been
Bitches, I gang that
How fly
The is for newborns
Homie, I'm
hop in front
And this bitch on my own
Out the
Windows raised
Bumpin' or some sade'
Chuckin' the to my neighbors
them houston players
Got the two door
Black and red, like a Genesis
Password first
Or you get into this hangar
denied, you can't fly
You a lame
Tangled in a web of
travel, red eyes
Plan plots,
xl, now I'm after
The and the vibe
Only magazines yet to
In
Nigga worth it, he it
He perfect, but he workin'
On second album
Dropped the one
Digital dollars, afford
Where the will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing goddess
The got it
why she's ridin' with the pilot
Find smoked out in the same crowd
Where was spotted
Orange rectangle boxes in my
Niggas on a quest like and hodgy
(jet set, now haven't we been yet?)
The mix is officially done
This is it, right
I'm back better than
weed crushers
Rollers, and one and a half papers
Catch me and smokin' up
You got trees, light it
I heard is a weed friendly environment
'em at my shows
Front row, excited
They all and memorize my lines
Say I'm the
Know bitches who rep the
Hard as who do the same
And support the bullshit
They do the planes
In city we smokin' like a train
heard I'm swingin' past
Now them gettin' gas, octaaane
Not a to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no
With just a pair of shoes
Zig zags and hella
Put you in a
That this is my
The weed make it critical
Sit the vampire in his interview