Luyện nghe bài hát Jit/Juke

Ho, I got my cell phone ringin', nowadays hard to get me
Nine times out of ten, if you ballin' you busy
Sippin' Henney, sippin' like it's Chrissy
And I pop that champagne like it's my birthday, it's a Wednesday
All about the benjis, been gone all year
Came back, I swear you niggas ain't done moved an or centi
Mind movin' a semi, pop pop pop, the truth is
I feel like masseuses I back off in this bitch, I feel the tension
Ho, you've got your hand out, that mean, like gimmie?
What you need your ass, a penny? Better off askin' for
I know thug ass niggas that'll run in house
You lock the door, you lock the window, they gon' come down the
Skinny nigga but I walk inside this bitch like
I'm the Laurent St., I keep a face with me
You got hand out, ho, again, what that mean, like gimme?
What you need you, a penny? Better off askin' for
If a bitch don't suck my dick, I swear shit just offend me
Ho, I'm really Detroit, I went to Cass and not Renni
Actin' you can't die tonight, what, you gon' come back like Kenny?
I roll up spazzin' Timmy, hand is attached to the benjis

to the benjis, not attached to these feelings
I don't love these hoes, I'd rather me a million, I mean it
If I it, I mean it

to the benjis, not attached to these feelings
I don't these hoes, I'd rather fuck me a million, I mean it
If I said it, I it

If I said it, I it
If I said it, I it

Nigga, I be the imitated, my crib renovated
My old assessin', my new bitch is waitin'
like a doctor with my operation
I got me my but still got no patience
All of texts and calls I'm not takin'
My phone overflowin', shit can get drainin'
I signed up with Ye, and he explained it
How we gotta get it Jay-Z and Damon
Did back in the year that they in
Stuck between a ROC and the G.O.O.D. is where I'm remainin'
Bitch, it's finally
What you doing I could do before breakfast
nigga T-rexing
My old bitch wish she would've got pregnant
Tryna be the lady because my wrist won a presidential election
Bitch, and I you offended
I said it, I meant it, I hope that
I broke a Guinness
I flew in Italy through the Pacific
Shout out to Kourtney, Kim, Khloe and Disick
When you see my face, shut the fuck up and kiss it
And know that my hands

Atta-tached to the benjis, not to these feelings
I love these hoes, I'd rather fuck me a million, I mean it

Atta-tached to the benjis, not attached to these
I don't love these hoes, I'd fuck me a million, I mean it

If I it, I mean it
If I said it, I it

It's down, down in the earliest round
And baby, we'll be goin' swingin'
be your number one with a bullet
I've got a God complex, cock it and pull it
It's goin' down, in the earliest round
And baby, we'll be down swingin'
I'll be your number one a bullet
I've got the safety off, cocked back, ready to it