Luyện nghe bài hát Jets At Ya Neck

Jet life jet jet life jet life.

G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you went,
a decorated
my bitches keep it very trill say they swagga daddy
i say fuck it baby we gone let him live
to much money not enough to get it and want power before they drop the ball
brand new socks and long jon draws i it all
my young nigga told yall its getting cold out dog
bundle up motha fuck around the up
4 deep the number one is us
text and tell him his number 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 at the hands of spitta andretti
niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready.

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

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

i stay i dont fly on empty
my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy
life of a jet bad and good weed
fast and glass jars of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
hover over 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 with on repeat.

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

Chours.

wizzy money
hoes and cloths
blowing on that pebble shit that will have your throat chockin
we aint tripin in this full of cloud 9
flotas is a crush im up in my
you know see my grind
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 in the city money gettin im fly
if you up in the air you will not see me im so high
bitch im perfect when i glide its like a up in the sky
turning ya holdin pussy shit for my land acrobat
blink a eye and a act
stacking stacks up in the sack