Luyện nghe bài hát #Jestgo

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

Uh
Never will it
Crate motors with digit blocks
You wanna race I'll you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin'
Nigga you my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you I speed
Minus the busing, Keano
Twistin' them Fern-gully trees, bitch
man smokin' good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the certified these flakes
green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the 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 just up on the set
Playin' Black Ops, let her my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin' Adidas flip-flops, and some
Argyle socks, now watch them bumps
Love don't my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Official
But Jet never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough, for us to in it
other fools playing wit' it,
Blind Rhyming they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come the set,
But bring 'em withcha

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

Yea doe pound jets go
Nigga, Yea doe pound sign go
Bitch, Yea pound sign jets go
dough, adhering 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 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 game that I her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas her
Its a game to us, we hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit card on dispensary pot
I'm laid up, calling the desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to 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 Senseless by little women
at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these be slippin', I catch that
Try to be more Flawless it, calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin' wit' it, I admire his empire, as did as
Machine gun fonk, out of the
Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You the game chump your chick chose
luck next time Captain Save Her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Sport Cars and
Yea