Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
Never will it
motors with triple digit blocks
You race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the off, break the mothafuckin' locks
you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I
Minus the busing, Keano
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 Lamborghini
Confetti fall from the to the floor
The JETS step through the door issue them
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, to their draws
You mad Upset, me and girl just up on the set
Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner
Rockin' Adidas flip-flops, and J-Crew
Argyle socks, now them speed bumps
don't fuck my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Official
But Jet Misses tell a Jet business
how we do it big enough, for us to live in it
Them other fools wit' it,
Blind Rhyming saying did it
Shame on them niggas, you through the set,
But never bring 'em

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

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

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I
On second thought, I always had 'em
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 that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that Duck 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, them to send the maid up
While we play the and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be up
Not pimping, what you 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 beat Senseless by little
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole to Ginger
Even bosses be slippin', I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit' it, king of the city
Walkin' wit' it, I admire his empire, as did as Biggie
Machine gun fonk, out of the
Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump your chick
Better next time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport and Vacations
Yea