Luyện nghe bài hát Layover

Yuh, jets nigga now where we been yet?
Bitches, I gang that
How fly
The backseat is for
Homie, I'm
hop in front
And this bitch on my own
Out the
Windows half
ma$e or some sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my
Like them houston
Got the two door
Black and red, like a Sega
first pimpin'
Or you get into this hangar
denied, you can't fly
You a lame
in a web of lies
travel, red eyes
Plan plots,
Doube xl, now I'm
The and the vibe
Only yet to recognize
In
Nigga worth it, he it
He ain't perfect, but he
On second album
the first one
Digital dollars, afford
the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing goddess
The got it
That's why she's with the pilot
spitta smoked out in the same crowd
Where waldo was
Orange boxes in my pockets
Niggas on a quest like johnny and
(jet set, now where we been yet?)
The mix tape is done
is it, right here
I'm back better ever
just weed
Rollers, and one and a half papers
Catch me and spitta up
You got trees, light it
I heard this is a friendly environment
'em at my shows
Front row, gettin'
They all smoke and my lines
Say I'm the
Know who rep the gang
as niggas who do the same
And support the bullshit
They only do the
In every city we smokin' like a
They I'm swingin' past
Now them bitches gas, octaaane
Not a to compare 'em to
I can skydive, no
With just a dope of shoes
Zig zags and tattoos
Put you in a
this is my movie
The weed make it critical
Sit with the in his interview