Luyện nghe bài hát Jets At Ya Neck

Jet life jet jet life jet life.

G'r youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went,
a veteran
my bitches keep it very trill say they swagga daddy
i say fuck it baby girl we let him live
to much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the
brand new socks and long jon i want it all
my young nigga told yall its getting 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 are no longer needed
rocka bye baby to kesha
broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on
many a track has met his at the hands of spitta andretti
them niggas is way shook and all the way not ready.

And im gon keep on driving and
long as keep 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 of a grown me
the climb was
got to the top and i there on my own feet
2
trill niggas the best crew now its jets at ya motha fukn neck foo.

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

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

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

Chours.

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