Luyện nghe bài hát #JETSGO

(Background Ad-Libs)

Yea. yea..yea
Aint nothing... to the life
Fool nothing changed
Roll up mama
We up
Make 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 locks
Nigga you know my
Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you I speed
the busing, Keano Reeves
Twistin them Fern-gully trees, breathe
man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that
But I got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the
The JETS step through the door issue them
Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to draws
You mad Upset, Me and your just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed
Love don't my rims up
Maybe well stick you, put you on the Team Official
But Jet Misses tell a Jet business
Thats how we do it big enough, for us to in it
Them other playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you come the set,
But bring them withcha

(Chorus)

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

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

(Second Verse)

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

...Yea