Luyện nghe bài hát Jet Fuel

I'm the truth, tell it, weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a go
Them bitches say "You got some but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your ass

Man you so lame, lookin' at you, nigga
While I'm in here no bitch'll give her to you, nigga, no
She say "Not even a bank roll"
'Cause the king money when the bank's closed
Yeah, she in her on her knees though
Yeah, her call, she don't leave though
Nope, I beat that pussy she stole somethin'
Then tell that ho get up and roll
We up, blowin' gas, weed noisy
She on that molly, won't talkin' that annoy me
I'm like, "Why don't you suck a nigga's or somethin'?"
Or it from behind while you eat a bitch or somethin'
I like my bitches up like my white cup
I like my pint up, drank poured up
Yup, and you you don't wanna catch it
You don't wanna see my niggas actin' with the ratchet

I'm the truth, tell it, loud yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't it
I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say "You got money but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your ass

I'm a jet fuel smoker, crazy like the
it 'fore you fuck it is exactly what I told her
Ten bottles, two models, sack, it's a jet ride
Go and get my game stash, bitch, off the west
Baby daddy face long, better change that
Make a nigga drop some change on your ass
Bob Marley smoke, hundred after hundred
Jumped down her and in her stomach, now she runnin'
Me and my henchmen, we be gunnin' for the money, blowin' jet
We don't pay for cause we fuck more than we rest, dude
I bet you that main bitch'll bless boo
And every ho with her when they see me break their neck too
Rich dick in her, I done gave the bitch life
High in the pussy way that I was high in court
Flip it, slap it, rub it down, finish, it back up
Wash the off while she roll the kush sack up

I'm the truth, it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't it
I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say "You got money but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your ass

Better if them bitches wanna blow, of the blow
For the who be playin' with their nose, now you know
That the king all about the bills, quarter mil'
In the bag, slappin' on their ass with dollar bills
You don't like it, ho? You gotta chill then
Leave the laughin' and go back to where you live then
Nope, but you don't wanna do
How this ho blowin' on me, where her trumpet or her at?
I brought a pound and she blew that, see he brought two
up a pint of lean, ain't sleepin', now who can do that?
She dippin' all that molly, steady askin' where the at
You don't believe me? Ask my nigga Jeezy, he can true
I beat that pussy, blew that, man I ain't finesse it
Man you what I'm smokin', shawty you ain't gotta check it
You can smell it, this shit I'm straight up out of D4
I ain't talkin' but it's loud the weed blow
Yup, I'm fresh up on the runway
Wheels up, weed like gunplay
On sucka niggas with their lame ass
You bustas blowin' smoke, we blowin' plane gas

I'm the truth, tell it, weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we smoke it, we don't sell it
What I make a plane go
bitches say "You got some money but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your ass
We blow, jet fuel, gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your ass