Luyện nghe bài hát Jets At Ya Neck

Jet life jet jet life jet life.

G'r then ever been and everywhere you never went,
a veteran
my bitches keep it very trill say they jackin daddy
i say fuck it baby girl we gone let him
to much money not enough time to get it and want before they drop the ball
new socks and long jon draws i want it all
my young nigga told its getting cold out here dog
bundle up motha fuck being the up
4 niggas the number one is us
text homie and tell him his up
you services are no longer
rocka bye baby to kesha
broad day and monsta beats kill niggas on tape
many a track has met his fate at the hands of andretti
niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready.

And im gon keep on driving and
long as baby rolling them nice ones up and passing em over to me
i it how my triple o showed me
smile when i ride by they proud of a me
the was lonely
got to the top and i stood there on my own
2
trill niggas the best crew now its jets at ya motha fukn neck foo.

Sharvees on my
cacky lrg fitted trees sticky
riding around the city smoking O's like fiftys
mind on a
eyes on a rearview these haters out to get me
fuck em, i just duck em like the that was just with me
im on a level where these lames cant gain no entry

i stay high i dont fly on
fill my up with blueberry sour and piffy
life of a jet bad bitches and weed
fast cars and glass of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
hover land lovers like a g3
jets nigga the net to the tv
we came up quick and made this look easy
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in deck and ride around with them on repeat.

Young
and its jets everything
i put that on
we doing are thing anyway
slash anywhere
first let me twist this up ima tell my take me there
secondly and back to in and out i came prepared
dejavu coulda swore i saw this shit right here
marley told me kill this shit just dont forget your niggas
bet i wont i done see sweat so many tears
bet i
thats a fact point blank
break her off her up spread them legs up in the air
slow it down and speed it up she me keep on drilling it
show right i keep it real
something im fimilar
money money going
man i keep on it
my jet set
but really tho whats really
she know im dealing
she smell me dog she dig my gangsta and gentelmen
im good my jet insureance keep me with benefits.

Chours.

Street wizzy
hoes and check
blowing on that fruity pebble shit will have your throat chockin
we aint tripin in this section of cloud 9
is a crush im up in my zone
you know see my grind
its all up in my
i come up with that will attack a nigga mental
now they keeping off my
it aint nothing less i dont waste time
steaddy in the city money gettin im fly
if you look up in the air you will not see me im so
bitch im perfect when i glide its a nerf up in the sky
twisting ya holdin pussy shit for my land acrobat
a eye and miss a act
stacking stacks up in the sack