Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew that you of?
Smelling like a when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the of the Rover
That's my homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm
Me and my hoes get pepperoni at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a time
gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea still glowing
bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and about it in the morning

Ride for it, get on the lie for it
trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather with the fishes
Niggas know I'm to Jet living
We know we ride
Nigga forever
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on
of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna the team, you know you must see me
But a motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, getting good sleep
rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, bring it to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on
Way more you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes have see
Nigga, on point flow, so beam
Choose 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in 5-9-9, oh my