Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
Never it stop
Crate with triple digit blocks
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
them Fern-gully trees, bitch breathe
Your man smokin' good, I'm great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these
Murcielago green, just scored Ferrari
But I still got Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall the ceiling to the floor
The JETS through the door issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their
You mad Upset, me and your girl up on the set
Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner
Rockin' flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them bumps
don't 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 fools playing wit' it,
Blind Rhyming they did it
on them niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring 'em

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

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

Now I wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On thought, I always had 'em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be for whatever
Like me, her and her together
Changing the weather, by the of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these niggas bought her
Its a to us, we just hang and fuck
she swipe your credit card on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the up
While we play the terrace and up
detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass 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 catch
Try to be more Flawless wit' it, 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 previously
You the game chump your chick chose
Better luck next Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea