Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

Yea, yea, yea
Ain't nothing to the life
Fool ain't changed
Roll something up
We up
Make of it

Uh
Never will it
motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple
Blow the off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you I speed
Minus the busing, Reeves
Twistin' Fern-gully trees, bitch breathe
Your man good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the certified these flakes
green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini
fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to draws
You mad Upset, me and your girl up on the set
Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner
Rockin' flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch speed bumps
Love don't my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Official
But Jet never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough, for us to in it
Them other fools playing it,
Blind Rhyming they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come the set,
But bring 'em withcha

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

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

Now I just fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On thought, I always had 'em though
But now look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl
the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game I taught her
Got her me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just and fuck
While she your credit card on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, them to send the maid up
While we play the and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to 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 Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole to Ginger
Even bosses be slippin', I catch that
Try to be more Flawless it, calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin' it, I admire his empire, as did as Biggie
gun fonk, out of the bowls
Bubble Kush & Hindu previously rolled
You know the game your chick chose
luck next time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea