Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
will it stop
Crate with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin'
you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I
the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin' them Fern-gully trees, breathe
Your man smokin' good, I'm great
T-H-C, the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored Ferrari
But I still got Lamborghini dreams
fall from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the issue 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 J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them bumps
Love fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough, for us to in it
Them other fools wit' it,
Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you through the set,
But never 'em withcha

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

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

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I
On thought, I always had 'em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be for whatever
me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna
We landed on the water, the game that I her
Got her showing me the Louie that Duck niggas bought her
Its a to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your card on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we the terrace and blaze up
These lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike and Robbin Givens
The niggas get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin', I that
Try to be Flawless wit' it, calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin' wit' it, I admire his empire, as did as
gun fonk, out of the bowls
Bubble Kush & Skunk previously rolled
You know the chump your chick chose
Better luck next Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea