Luyện nghe bài hát JLC

Through text we plot the takeover
Can't talk out loud 'round chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have meetings
Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know I told ya
What I ya
Wake up and the Folgers, crystals on my doja
The bitches on your really comin' over
Feelin' that jet livin', off on suede sofas
up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced rollsters
My side, east life them trees rollin'
Hundred dollar foldin'
countin' on me to fuck up
I'm up that money as it's pourin' in
Jets nigga, you know them
Losin' to me for you be a win
Jets nigga, you know them
Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that
Jet commandments
Jet commandments
Mother fuckers better my demand list
Jet life
Jet commandments
First of business is make the fam rich
Laid chillin', posted
Livin' like a villain,
Rap hustlin',
Our you not allowed to go in
The beats bitch niggas is of, I goes in, on
So King Kong go ahead with that ass cred
What he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it won't for you
Your whole in trouble, need a focus group
Learn you on how to earn but you
you want me to do
Fall back the top, all that
And the a joint pimpin' I'm high