Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in here softer your sofa
Who the livest crew that you of?
like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles
Tip the valet a 50 and a tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the
This thing built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her
Saturday night card game, ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I to see her having a good time
Yellow Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking
I do my and write about it in the morning

Ride for it, get on the lie for it
trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
know I'm committed to Jet living
We know we ride
Nigga forever
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on
Pilot of the motherfucking
Now if you wanna the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting sleep
rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, it back to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the on weed
Way than you need or could ever believe
In lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on flow, so infrared beam
sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw
shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my
Bumping Shyne in 5-9-9, oh my