Luyện nghe bài hát Jets At Ya Neck

Jet life jet jet life jet life.

G'r then youv'e ever been and you never went,
a decorated
my bitches keep it very trill say they jackin daddy
i say fuck it baby we gone let him live
to much money not enough time to get it and want power they drop the ball
brand new socks and long jon draws i it all
my nigga told yall its getting cold out here dog
bundle up motha fuck being the up
4 deep the number one is us
homie and tell him his number 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 is half way shook and all the way not ready.

And im gon keep on and smoking
long as baby keep rolling them 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 stood on my own feet
2
trill niggas the best crew now its jets at ya motha fukn neck foo.

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

i stay i dont fly on empty
fill my lungs up 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 over land like a g3
nigga from the net to the tv
we came up quick and made this look easy
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in they and ride around with them on repeat.

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

Chours.

wizzy money
hoes and check
blowing on that fruity shit that will have your throat chockin
we aint tripin in this full of cloud 9
flotas is a im up in my zone
you know see my grind
its all up in my
i come up with designs that will a nigga mental
now keeping off my rhyme
it aint less cause i dont waste time
steaddy zippin in the city gettin im fly
if you look up in the air you will not see me im so
bitch im perfect when i its like a nerf up in the sky
twisting turning ya holdin shit for my land acrobat
a eye and miss a act
stacking stacks up in the leather