Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

Yea, yea, yea
Ain't to the next life
Fool ain't changed
something up mama
We up
Make of it

Uh
will it stop
Crate motors with triple digit
You wanna I'll leave you by a couple blocks
the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you I speed
the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin' them Fern-gully trees, bitch
Your man smokin' good, I'm smoking
T-H-C, Tony the certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored Ferrari
But I still got Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the
The JETS step through the issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, to their draws
You mad Upset, me and your girl up on the set
Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner
Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them bumps
Love don't fuck my up
Maybe well stick you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never a Jet business
how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools wit' it,
Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on niggas, you come through the set,
But bring 'em withcha

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

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

Now I wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had 'em
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for
Like me, her and her home-girl
Changing the weather, by the of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I 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 card on pot jars
I'm up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and 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 Famous of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get 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' it, I admire his empire, as did as Biggie
gun fonk, out of the bowls
Bubble & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump chick chose
Better next time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Cars and Vacations
Yea