Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

Wire taps, y'all grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo on my empire
I'm in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking like
I'm to your daughter's daughter
Want my like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I you off like a speed infraction
I'm through with all the
Your misery got bad
all y'all been
It's LK,
All the shit I
You might get shot, but driving nice cars
Tryna park it, don't you holla if it my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, to get you towed on
in bankroll, my niggas weight the dome
The shit I've waited for ever since Song
Told you I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
This no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, and visas
Not the car, but the passport
Need the passport if you're riding the asshole
her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak
We make a nice cold and if you ass caught creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't who dropping
I'm topic of discussion when it's who with the money
I'm here,
I hear my name from the
But I'm too reaching
Looking up to deceased
Long live the king, Martin had a dream

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