Luyện nghe bài hát Planes (Remix)

This one goes out to all sides
Let play ass nigga thumpy be your guide
As we go on a ride with playa hatin' killers and hood thrive
And lame can barely survive

me rollin' through the city
Ridin' the top off
Man, my whip so big you in it
Fuck around and get
Told my bitch to let her hair
this shit costs
Tell me, baby, if you that life right now
I it ain't tall, no

I can put you in the High Club, what's up?
take a trip
Have you ever read "The Is Yours"
On a

Tell her be free, baby, your wings
Got legs in the sky like a plane
Let me guard that, I'm the
nobody see you 30 thousand feet
On knees in them Prada's
Makin' shit come up out her

Get high baby one, cloud nine, 'bout to go up
the feel of the turbulence, girl, when we turn up
When we land we can out
Show you you ain't know about
Tonight we be takin' off flight a camera to show out
I got you in the air, your in the air
How it feel up
You can scream as loud as you want, as you can
And ain't gonna hear it

Would you it better
If I hit the west
Tell me, baby, if you that life right now
I hope it tall, no

I can put you in the High Club, what's up?
Let's a trip
you ever read "The World Is Yours"
On a

Tell her be free, baby, your wings
Got your in the sky like a plane
Let me guard that, I'm the
Can't see you 30 thousand feet
On knees in them Prada's
Makin' freaky come up out her

Get high baby roll one, cloud nine, to go up
the feel of the turbulence, girl, when we turn up
When we we can roll out
you somethin' you ain't know about (Cole World)
Tonight we be takin' off flight a camera to show out

I got it, I got it, I got it,
You a nigga that's gonna come over and dig you out
You need a nigga that you is not gon' run his mouth
You need a nigga he done probably gon' put you out
You a nigga that's gon' put it in your mouth
Dick so big like a foot is in yo' mouth
And you ain't babysitting, but my all on yo' couch
And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you
graduated so fuck keepin' it classy
Look, they me in the Chi like MJ
They love me in the Chi Oprah
No could block, not even Dikembe
to Cole, boy, you're softer than a sofa
And so far my new shit's so fire, nigga, my profile
Who you know waves in a low tide?
Deebo'ed yo' bitch, now she ours
Nigga, little liquor in my liver
Pretty brown in my bed
Been a long time I had to ask for head
So God damn don't me beg
But I will if I need to for real, girl, I need you
I could put you on a flight, we could off tonight
If you of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you (Cole)

I can put you in the Mile Club, what's up?
take a trip
Have you read "The World Is Yours"
On a