Luyện nghe bài hát JLC

Through message we plot the takeover
Can't talk out loud these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we slick meetings
Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know I told ya
I rolled ya
Wake up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my
The bitches on your posters really over
Feelin' that jet livin', dosin' off on suede
Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced
My side, east life them trees rollin'
Hundred bills foldin'
Fools on me to fuck up
I'm up that money as it's pourin' in
nigga, you know it's them
Losin' to me for you be a win
Jets nigga, you it's them
Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say again
Jet commandments
Jet life
Mother fuckers meet my demand list
Jet life
Jet commandments
First order of is make the fam rich
Laid chillin', posted
Livin' like a villain,
Rap hustlin',
Our you not allowed to go in
The beats niggas is scared of, I goes in, on
So King go ahead with that Felicia ass cred
What he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it work for you
Your click in trouble, need a focus group
Learn you on how to earn but you
you want me to do
Fall like the top, all that
And the half a pimpin' I'm high