Luyện nghe bài hát #JETSGO

(Background Ad-Libs)

Yea. yea..yea
Aint nothing... to the life
Fool aint changed
Roll something up
We up
sure of it ..

(First verse)

Uhhh..
Never it stop
Crate motors with Triple Digit
You wanna race leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin'
you know my Steez'
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I
Minus the busing, Keano
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified flakes
Murcielago green, just scored Ferrari
But I still got them dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the
The JETS through the door issue them awards
Your Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their 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 watch them bumps
Love don't fuck my up
Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Official
But Jet Misses never a Jet business
Thats how we do it big enough, for us to in it
Them other fools playing wit it, Blind saying they did it
Shame on niggas, you come through the set,
But never bring them

(Chorus)

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

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

(Second Verse)

Now I wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be for whatever
Like me, her and her home-girl
the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers
We landed on the water, the game I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas her
Its a game to us, we hang and fuck
While she swipe credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars
I'm up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be up
Not pimping, you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and you in the ass with it
The story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The Biggest get beat Senseless by little women
Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his world to Ginger
these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the
Christopher wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie
Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls
Bubble & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the CHUMP your chick chose
Better luck time Captain Save her
Jets, Drugs, and
Sex, Cars and Vacations......

...Yea