Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

Yea, yea, yea
Ain't nothing to the next
Fool nothing changed
Roll something up
We up
sure of it

Uh
Never will it
Crate with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple
the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot you know I speed
Minus the busing, Reeves
Twistin' them trees, bitch breathe
Your man smokin' good, I'm smoking
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that
But I still got them Lamborghini
Confetti fall from the to the floor
The JETS step through the door them awards
Your Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws
You mad Upset, me and your girl 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 bumps
Love fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet never tell a Jet business
how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other playing wit' it,
Blind saying they did it
Shame on niggas, you come through the set,
But never 'em withcha

Yea though, the vet flow, smoke,
Collecting dough, the Jet Code
And the know the jet code, we jets though
your bitches, bring' em everywhere you cant go

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

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I
On second thought, I always had 'em
But now they better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I her
Got her showing me the that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we hang and fuck
she swipe your credit card on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell 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 her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his world to Ginger
these bosses be slippin', I catch that
Try to be Flawless wit' it, calculated king of the city
Christopher wit' it, I admire his empire, as did as Biggie
Machine gun fonk, out of the
Bubble Kush & Skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump your chick
Better luck next time Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea