Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all some liars
I'm Julius with Cleo on my empire
I'm busy in the jet, a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, like Granada
I'm pops to your daughter's
Want my head Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off a speed infraction
I'm with all the talking
Your misery got bad
Fuck all y'all
LK, symbolic
All the shit I
You might get shot, but Johnny's driving nice
Tryna it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up I'm from, iPhone to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my niggas weight the
The I've waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you that I'd it home, motherfuckers
This ain't no ball game, mad
More like the Rucker, like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, and visas
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 week and if you ass creeping
I'm on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who dropping
I'm topic of when it's who young with the money
I'm here,
I hear my name from the
But I'm too busy
Looking up to kings
Long live the last king, had a dream

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