Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
Never will it
Crate motors with digit blocks
You wanna race I'll you by a couple blocks
the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot you know I speed
the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin' Fern-gully trees, bitch breathe
man smokin' good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored Ferrari
But I still got them dreams
Confetti fall the ceiling to the floor
The step through the door 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 don't fuck my up
Maybe well with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses tell a Jet business
how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them fools playing wit' it,
Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come 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 you cant go

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

Now I just wanna mad bitches, for all the days I never
On thought, I always had 'em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for
me, her and her home-girl together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I her
Got her showing me the Louie that these niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we hang and fuck
While she your credit 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
detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you her
Was an inch, she her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The niggas get beat Senseless by little women
at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin', I that
Try to be more wit' it, calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin' wit' it, I 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 next time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea