Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

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

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

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

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the I never
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
the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck bought her
Its a game to us, we just and fuck
While she swipe your credit on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to the maid up
While we play the terrace and up
These lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to
Even these bosses be slippin', I catch
Try to be more Flawless wit' it, calculated king of the
Christopher wit' it, I admire his empire, as did as Biggie
Machine gun fonk, out of the
Bubble & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game your chick chose
Better luck next Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Cars and Vacations
Yea