Luyện nghe bài hát Spitfire

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

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