Luyện nghe bài hát #JETSGO

(Background Ad-Libs)

Yea. yea..yea
Aint nothing... to the next
Fool aint nothing
Roll up mama
We up
sure of it ..

(First verse)

Uhhh..
Never it stop
Crate motors with Digit Blocks
You wanna race I'll you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin'
Nigga you my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot you know I speed
Minus the busing, Reeves
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm great
T-H-C, the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that
But I still got them dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the
The JETS step through the issue them awards
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to draws
You mad Upset, Me and your just up on the set
Playin Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and J-Crew
Argyle socks, now them speed bumps
Love don't my rims up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Official
But Jet Misses tell a Jet business
Thats how we do it big enough, for us to in it
Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming they did it
on them niggas, you come through the set,
But bring them withcha

(Chorus)

Yea though, the Vet flow, smoke,
Collecting dough, the Jet Code
And the know the Jet Code, We Jets though
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you go

(Bridge)
Yea Doe sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign
dough, adhering the Jet Code

(Second Verse)

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the I never
On thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for
Like me, her and her together
Changing the weather, by the chop of the Propellers
We on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck bought her
Its a to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
I'm laid up, the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the and blaze up
detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her and kicked you in the ass with it
The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Givens
The Biggest niggas get beat by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole to Ginger
Even bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more wit it, Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as
Machine Gun Fonk, out of the
Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game CHUMP chick chose
Better luck next Captain Save her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Cars and Vacations......

...Yea