Luyện nghe bài hát JLC

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Can't talk out loud these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have slick
over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know what I told ya
What I ya
up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my doja
The bitches on your posters really over
that jet livin', dosin' off on suede sofas
Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced
My side, east keep them trees rollin'
Hundred dollar bills
countin' on me to fuck up
I'm countin' up that as it's pourin' in
Jets nigga, you know them
to me for you would be a win
Jets nigga, you know it's
Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that
Jet commandments
Jet life
Mother fuckers better my demand list
Jet life
Jet life
First order of is make the fam rich
back chillin', posted
Livin' a villain, mostly
Rap hustlin',
Our you not allowed to go in
The beats niggas is scared of, I goes in, on
So King Kong go ahead that Felicia ass cred
he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it won't work for you
Your whole click in trouble, a focus group
Learn you on how to but you uncoachable
What you me to do
Fall like the top, all that
And the a joint pimpin' I'm high