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 will it
motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, the mothafuckin' locks
you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot you know I speed
the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin' them trees, bitch breathe
Your man smokin' good, I'm great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these
green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the
The JETS step through the door issue 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 my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin' flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch speed bumps
Love don't fuck my up
well 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 fools wit' it,
Blind Rhyming they did it
Shame on niggas, you come through 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
Snatch your bitches, bring' em 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 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
Like me, her and her home-girl
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I her
Got her me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe credit card on dispensary pot jars
I'm up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we the terrace and blaze up
These lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his world to Ginger
these bosses be slippin', I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit' it, calculated of the city
Walkin' wit' it, I admire his empire, as did as Biggie
Machine gun fonk, out of the
Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously
You know the chump your chick chose
luck next time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport and Vacations
Yea