Luyện nghe bài hát Jets At Ya Neck

Jet life jet jet life jet life.

G'r then youv'e been and everywhere you never went,
a decorated
my bitches keep it trill say they swagga jackin daddy
i say fuck it baby we gone let him live
to much money not enough time to get it and want before they drop the ball
brand new and long jon draws i want it all
my young nigga told yall its getting out here dog
bundle up motha fuck being the up
4 deep the number one is us
text homie and tell him his up
you are no longer needed
rocka bye word to kesha
day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape
many a track has met his fate at the of spitta andretti
them is half way shook and all the way not ready.

And im gon on driving and smoking
long as keep rolling them nice ones up and passing em over to me
i it how my triple o showed me
smile when i ride by proud of a grown me
the climb was
got to the top and i there on my own feet
2
trill niggas form the best crew now its jets at ya motha neck foo.

Sharvees on my
lrg jets fitted trees sticky
just riding around the smoking O's like fiftys
on a milli
eyes on a rearview these haters out to get me
fuck em, i just duck em like the that was just with me
simply im on a level these lames cant gain no entry

i stay high i dont fly on
fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and
of a jet bad bitches and good weed
fast and glass jars of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
over land lovers like a g3
jets nigga the net to the tv
we came up quick and made shit look easy
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in they deck and ride around them on repeat.

Young
and its jets everything
i put on everything
we been doing are thing
nigga anywhere
first let me twist this up ima tell my driver me there
secondly and back to back in and out i came
flashback dejavu coulda swore i saw shit right here
marley told me kill this just dont forget your niggas here
bet i wont i done see blood sweat so tears
bet i
a fact point blank period
break her off bust her up them legs up in the air
slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on it
show your right i it real
something im fimilar
money coming money
man i on peeling it
my jet set
but really tho whats good
she know im dealing
she smell me dog she dig my gangsta and gentelmen
im good my jet insureance keep me with benefits.

Chours.

Street wizzy
hoes and cloths
blowing on that fruity pebble shit that will have your throat
we aint tripin in section full of cloud 9
flotas is a im up in my zone
you already see my grind
its all up in my
i up with designs that will attack a nigga mental
now keeping off my rhyme
it aint nothing cause i dont waste time
zippin in the city money gettin im fly
if you look up in the air you will not see me im so
bitch im perfect when i its like a nerf up in the sky
twisting turning ya holdin pussy shit for my land
a eye and miss a act
stacking up in the leather sack