Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

Yea, yea, yea
Ain't nothing to the life
ain't nothing changed
Roll up mama
We up
sure of it

Uh
Never it stop
Crate motors with digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin'
Nigga you know my
Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano
Twistin' them trees, bitch breathe
man smokin' good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger these flakes
green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them dreams
Confetti fall the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to draws
You mad Upset, me and girl just up on the set
Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin' Adidas flip-flops, and some
Argyle socks, now watch them speed
don't fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Official
But Jet Misses tell a Jet business
how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools wit' it,
Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you through the set,
But bring 'em withcha

Yea though, the vet flow, smoke,
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet
And the trill the jet code, we jets though
Snatch your bitches, em everywhere you cant go

Yea doe sign jets go
Nigga, Yea doe sign jets go
Bitch, Yea Ddoe pound jets go
Collecting dough, adhering the Jet

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I
On second thought, I had 'em though
But now they better, and quicker to be down for whatever
me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Propellers
We landed on the water, the that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and
While she your credit card on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the and blaze up
detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Givens
The Biggest niggas get Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin', I that
Try to be more wit' it, calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin' wit' it, I admire his empire, as did as
gun fonk, out of the bowls
Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously
You know the chump your chick chose
Better luck next time Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea