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 then you busy
Sippin' Henney, sippin' Rémy like it's
And I pop that champagne like it's my birthday, it's a Wednesday
All about the benjis, I've been gone all
back, I swear 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, you've got your hand out, what that mean, like
What you need your ass, a penny? Better off askin' for
I know ass niggas that'll run in your house
You lock the door, you lock the window, they gon' down the chimney
nigga but I walk inside this bitch like Dikimbe
I'm the St., I keep a angel face with me
You got your hand out, ho, again, what that mean, like
What you need you, a penny? Better off askin' for
If a bitch don't suck my dick, I swear that shit just me
Ho, I'm really from Detroit, I went to Cass and not
Actin' like you can't die tonight, what, you gon' come back Kenny?
I roll up spazzin' Timmy, hand is attached to the benjis

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

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

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

Nigga, I be the most imitated, my crib
My old assessin', my new bitch is waitin'
Just like a with my operation
I got me my but still got no patience
All of these texts and calls I'm not
My phone overflowin', that shit can get
I signed up Ye, and he just explained it
How we gotta get it like 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
Young nigga
My old bitch wish that she would've got
be the first lady because my wrist won a presidential election
Bitch, and I hope you
I said it, I meant it, I hope that
I just broke a
I flew in from Italy through the
out to Kourtney, Kim, Khloe and Scott Disick
When you see my pretty face, shut the fuck up and it
And just know my hands

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

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

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

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