Luyện nghe bài hát Jit/Juke

Ho, I got my cell phone ringin', it's hard to get me
Nine out of ten, if you ballin' then you busy
Sippin' Henney, sippin' like it's Chrissy
And I pop that champagne like it's my birthday, really a Wednesday
All the benjis, I've been gone all year
Came back, I swear you niggas done moved an inch 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 Better off askin' for kidneys
I know thug ass niggas that'll run in house
You lock the door, you lock the window, they gon' come the chimney
Skinny nigga but I walk inside bitch like Dikimbe
I'm the St., I keep a angel face with me
You got your hand out, ho, again, what mean, like gimme?
you need you, a penny? Better off askin' 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' like you can't die tonight, what, you gon' come like Kenny?
I roll up spazzin' like Timmy, is attached to the benjis

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

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 said it, I it

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

Nigga, I be the most imitated, my renovated
My old assessin', my new bitch is waitin'
Just a doctor with my operation
I got me my check-up but still got no
All of texts and calls I'm not takin'
My overflowin', that 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. place is I'm remainin'
Bitch, it's finally
What you today I could do before breakfast
Young nigga
My old bitch wish she would've got pregnant
Tryna be the first lady because my won a presidential election
Bitch, and I hope you
I said it, I meant it, I that recorded
I broke a Guinness
I flew in from Italy through the
Shout out to Kourtney, Kim, and Scott Disick
When you see my face, shut the fuck up and kiss it
And just that my hands

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

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

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

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