Luyện nghe bài hát Jam

It was
And he'd get back on the phone, and say Bernie I got somethin' I you to hear
And you do players, is you get the phone and you hold it up to the speakers
And you let Luther do talkin' for you
And Luther break it down

around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
She want to track six, she told me that's her (jam)
Baby girl I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they (jam)
I'm all in her head, all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, to go like a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in-between, that's all she needs
Her body rockin', stoppin', this song is probably on (jam)

Listen all you
Tattoos showin' out the in the mirror, go to clickin' on the lights
And ain't what you like (jam)
I can lay you on your back then I hit you with the pound
Pin you so you can't run, in and out game
Hit you from the back, probably get you with the game
Ain't nobody business, is our thing (jam)
Spit all both cheeks, now I spread 'em
Bet the know my name when you keep sayin' Kevin
behind, I'ma stand behind you
Pullin' on hair, lot of ass behind you (jam)
Got me sayin', "ooh goin' with your moves"
by the bed, God damn this a movie
Stuffin' you with while my finger in your booty
Hit you with the Ruger, the bitch (jam)

Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my
She want to hear track six, she told me her (jam)
Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me both (jam)
I'm all in her head, all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in-between, all that she needs
Her body rockin', stoppin', this song is probably on (jam)

Bad, but I push it
Never break flower but she quit lookin'
at her dress, look at her thighs
No draws underneath, with the in the side
Squintin' my eyes, locked in with the
If she squint back, bet I'm
Playin' my song, slow dancin' to
Track number seven, me it was her (jam)
Do you kiss with your friend? Oh you with your friends?
Start the car and I get in, we
Let the hit the green, we smokin'
Slow motion just floatin'
Kissin' on her finger my hand on her breast
Tongue doin' circles the ring of her nipple
Would you mind on repeat but she be trippin'
Really, not really, it was her (jam)

Hit her like Nikon do
back on W
I'ma show her what this pipe do
I'ma hit her till the sky blue
And jam on it, jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
jam on it, jam on it, jam on it
jam on it, jam on it, jam on it

Ridin' around in my whip, to my shit
She want to hear six, she told me that's her (jam)
Baby said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, matter to me they both (jam)
I'm all in her head, all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in-between, all that she needs
Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this is probably on (jam)