Luyện nghe bài hát JoJo's Chillin (Instrumental)

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My man got a caught on fed photo
So he gotta get out of hit SoHo
Baby mama say he selfish, he like "so ho?"
he picked up the cell phone called his old ho
She took him to the airport, hit him with bread
in the deck, then hit him with some head
Hit the with the fake ID and the ticket
The old man suspicious but he hit him with a fifty
Hit him with a hundred, hit him the "Shhh..."
The old man stamped the and he went like "Shhh..."
Then he hit him with the smile, and he hit him with the
And hit the bathroom, JoJo hit the sink
Cold water, had to splash on the
His pumping Snoop "Murder was the Case"
Oh shit, to his left, Ghostface
"Peace God, God, where's Shallah Rae?"
"Think he had down in M.I.A today"
Ghost him "nice Wallies"
went out on his way
Now it's to reality, reality say:
Still gotta make it to side of the gate
He moves out the quickly with haste
And it's a long line, it's a while before the
And it's an old lady giving Jo the eye
Mad she see him cutting spaces in line
Back in JoJo spot Ivy
from the hood that he knew from NYC
TSA agent so she him on the ID
Before he go through he taking off his shades
off his jacket, arm out the sleeve
Reached in his pocket, oh shit got
He done it this far, whats Jo to do?
So he stuffed it in his
And he walked through (He walked right through?)
He right through
the TSA agent say "She pointing at you."
The old lady that had seen Jo cut
Went to a officer and tried to dime
But Ivy wasn't having that, to the copper
Told him the old lady's ID wasn't proper
Now the old lady getting like a terrorist
Cop got his where her grey pubic hair it is
this though she gonna have to see a therapist
JoJo found the situation
Threw the old deuces, heading to the train
Concourse A, to his plane
Arrived on time, they the first class
Upgraded ticket took a little more
relieved, hes almost free
Can't wait to in the NYC
Seat belts on, back up
Triple shot of in JoJo's cup
A little too much he felt the up
She said "Stop, sir!", he looks "What?"
Gave a big tip then he to the bathroom
he got there told her "Hey, it has room"
Turned the into a smashroom
She was hitting lines he was hitting behind
Look up in the mirror saw another time
"Peace god, pardon god, I ain't see ya
toward the mirror cause I gotta talk biz"
Ghostface him only 20 to LaGuardia
you get there a car take you to Astoria
You don't want the alphabet boys on
So tell the stewardess to make a wheelchair
Wheelchair came, deboard
couple old folks and they canes
Exiting the he seen a dog walking slow
Couldn't the weed, nowhere to go
out the dog sniffed out that blow
Good the stewardess a cokehead ho
they bumrushed the bitch
And threw her ass to the
Jo told the boy "Let's go!"
And Jo got away how the story go