Luyện nghe bài hát Jettin'

We jettin, we jettin, we jettin
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin
We jettin, we jettin, we crosstown
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we
We jettin (uptown)
We jettin (downtown)
We jettin
We all around
No wonder, no wonder, 8th wonder, 8th 's

I live Brooklyn like 24 for sure
Sul c-notes in my skirt(?)
And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta for this
Now here's a for my
cuz I place you on the dynomite
Right? The creamin' to to get it
Right demeans almighty
The power, let loose for the hour
I the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper
And you I don't delay
Together with my honey like to sew
We and take you back to like afros
And no quittin or jumped by the system
Its all day, all got verbs and such
And and crew, no blue eyes
To emulate, some but yea we straight up

Ease back, the g's back as an o.d.

The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad

East to west we stays fresh

Smoke rise from the borrough where that cool blow(?)

The globe spins, gems is
No fakin, no bakin bridges fo money makin
Crooklyn, the ep swinger's spot
Roll when I pass lake up my saz
my mic-ro, you know how we do in the joint
Do a check to see exactly who in the joint
Hot spots, streets lot spots and jeeps
As a flow-er I'm Nile, rivers of
(fresh kid)
Yea, stories
(fresh kid)
Rollin on them New streets
With Newport beats at the Parliaments
7s up C-know steelo no equal, but the sun and

Ease back, the g's is back as an o-d

The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad

East to west we stays fresh I say

Smoke rise from the where that black cool blow

Its naykle slick near keep it deep from my heads
Let a fed up, in my camulflage
My hustler walk's in New
Su fronts say Gucci we make lucci, and never the setting
Slap hands with my hands from the of Crook
Bein over jams that's on the flams with hook
Bear muffs, wear cush, its
Hear the mental's instramental cuz ash to dust
I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight
Keep the strictly any joint, it's right
Let me fly
back, the g's back with the r
Sun is in, the on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four
My died in prison: George Jackson
Action, Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I rock low unless a scrambler got
Me and my honey, we be Bobby and Erica
Me and my monies, we'll you boulevard and
One love, gun love come the land with us
Pigs they cannot shoot this plush and creamy
Before I pop I'd rather die in Guess and Timbs
And I put that on the and thats

Ease the g's back as an o.d. gettin

The sun sets, you vex, we mad

East coast to west we fresh and we do it on the

Smoke rise from the borrogh where the cool blow

We jettin, we jettin, we jettin