Luyện nghe bài hát Jit/Juke

Ho, I got my cell phone ringin', nowadays it's to get me
times out of ten, if you ballin' then you busy
Sippin' Henney, sippin' Rémy like Chrissy
And I pop that like it's my birthday, really it's a Wednesday
All about the benjis, I've been gone all
Came back, I swear you niggas ain't done an inch or centi
Mind movin' like a semi, pop pop pop, the is
I feel masseuses when I back off in this bitch, I feel the tension
Ho, you've got your out, what that mean, like gimmie?
What you need your ass, a Better off askin' for kidneys
I know thug ass niggas that'll run in your
You lock the door, you lock the window, they gon' down the chimney
Skinny nigga but I walk inside this like Dikimbe
I'm the Laurent St., I keep a angel with me
You got your hand out, ho, again, what that mean, gimme?
What you need you, a penny? Better off for kidneys
If a bitch don't suck my dick, I that shit just offend me
Ho, I'm from 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' like Timmy, hand is to the benjis

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

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

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

Nigga, I be the most imitated, my renovated
My old bitch assessin', my new is waitin'
Just like a doctor my operation
I got me my check-up but still got no
All of these texts and calls I'm not
My overflowin', that shit can get drainin'
I up with Ye, and he just explained it
How we gotta get it like and Damon
Did back in the year they came in
Stuck between a ROC and the G.O.O.D. place is I'm remainin'
Bitch, it's famous
you doing today I could do before breakfast
Young T-rexing
My old bitch wish that she would've got
be the first lady because my wrist won a presidential election
Bitch, and I you offended
I said it, I meant it, I hope recorded
I broke a Guinness
I flew in Italy through the Pacific
out to Kourtney, Kim, Khloe and Scott Disick
When you see my face, shut the fuck up and kiss it
And know that my hands

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

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

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

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