Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
Never it stop
Crate motors with triple digit
You wanna race I'll you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin'
Nigga you my Steez'
Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Reeves
Twistin' them Fern-gully trees, breathe
man smokin' good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just that Ferrari
But I got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the to the floor
The JETS through the door issue them awards
hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue 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
Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them bumps
Love don't my rims up
Maybe stick with you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet
That's how we do it big enough, for us to in it
Them other playing wit' it,
Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring 'em

Yea though, the vet flow, smoke,
dough, adhering the Jet Code
And the trill 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 Ddoe pound jets go
dough, adhering the Jet Code

Now I wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I had 'em though
But now they look better, and to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna
We landed on the water, the that I taught her
Got her showing me the that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and
While she swipe your card on dispensary 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 intricate to be up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by women
at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin', I catch
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 Kush & Hindu Skunk previously
You know the chump your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea