Luyện nghe bài hát The Plan

Ayy, uh
I do this shit I
Turn, it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Yo, yo, yo, ayy

I might go fuck up these (ayy)
I do this shit I can (yeah)
I took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to (ayy)
get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don't sand (no)
Thought that was the plan (yeah)

up, now I am the man (yeah)
It's shit you don't (ayy)
Popeye just the can
I don't fuck with no fufu, that's not on my (ayy)
me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I'm (ayy)
YSL on me, god
Tell me, why is your my number one fan? (yeah)
scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean
But I'm not in and ties
been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my (ayy)
Drinking it to the face
and women, two things I don't chase (uh)
Don't got a to waste (yeah)
Mask off I'm my face (yeah)
Shoutout my ace (uh)
They hate so it's a disgrace (uh)
I put 'em back place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a
I just her, she's vanishing without a trace (yeah)

I might go fuck up these (ayy)
I do this 'cause I can (yeah)
I just took of my fam (ayy)
Thought was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to (ayy)
get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I bring sand (no)

Thought was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the (no)
Thought was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it (no)
Thought was always the plan
I might go fuck up bands (ayy)
I do shit 'cause I can (yeah)
I just care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was the plan (yeah)

Uh, ten years this shit has been (ayy)
I'm like: The fuck you been (yeah)
Hall of fame, a shoe in
You'll be Jordan, you're more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I'm (ayy)
Exclusive Who let you in? (yeah)
Money talks, I it fluent
Got of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish
This whack
Pack, that
quick stacks
This blap
She did (uh)
a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and
Ain't hide this shit
This shit's a freestyle, I even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I'm finna this shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw on South Beach
This is shit that don't teach
go too far
Don't trap too
Bitch, don't reach (uh)
got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I'm courtside, I got floor
Next to Rihanna