Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
Never will it
Crate motors with triple blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin'
Nigga you 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 smoking
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified flakes
green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them dreams
Confetti fall the ceiling 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
Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the store
Rockin' Adidas flip-flops, and some
Argyle socks, now them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my up
well stick with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough, for us to in it
other fools playing wit' it,
Blind saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come the set,
But bring 'em withcha

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

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

Now I just wanna 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 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 these Duck bought her
Its a game to us, we just and fuck
While she swipe your card on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, them to send the maid up
we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole to Ginger
Even bosses be slippin', I catch that
Try to be more Flawless 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 & Hindu Skunk rolled
You the game chump your chick chose
luck next time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea