Luyện nghe bài hát Jit/Juke

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

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

Atta-tached to the benjis, not attached to these
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 said it, I it

Nigga, I be the most imitated, my crib
My old bitch assessin', my new is waitin'
Just a doctor with my operation
I got me my check-up but got no patience
All of these texts and I'm not takin'
My phone overflowin', that shit can get
I up with Ye, and he just explained it
How we gotta get it like and Damon
Did back in the year that came in
Stuck between a ROC and the G.O.O.D. place is I'm remainin'
Bitch, it's finally
What you doing today I could do breakfast
nigga T-rexing
My old wish that she would've got pregnant
Tryna be the lady because my wrist won a presidential election
Bitch, and I hope you
I it, I meant it, I hope that recorded
I broke a Guinness
I in from Italy through the Pacific
Shout out to Kourtney, Kim, Khloe and Scott
you see my pretty face, shut the fuck up and kiss it
And just that my hands

Atta-tached to the benjis, not attached to 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 said it, I it
If I it, I mean it

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