Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
Never will it
Crate motors with triple blocks
You race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, the mothafuckin' locks
you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the busing, Keano
Twistin' them Fern-gully trees, bitch
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 from the ceiling to the floor
The JETS step through the door 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 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 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 playing it,
Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on niggas, you come through the set,
But bring 'em withcha

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

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

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the I never
On second thought, I always had 'em
But now they better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Propellers
We on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the that these Duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just and fuck
While she your credit card on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, them to send the maid up
While we the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his world to Ginger
Even bosses be slippin', I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit' it, calculated king of the
Christopher Walkin' wit' it, I his empire, as did as Biggie
gun fonk, out of the bowls
Bubble & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump your chose
Better luck time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Cars and Vacations
Yea