Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

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

Ride for it, get on the lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather with the fishes
know I'm committed to Jet living
We niggas know we
forever high
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna join the team, you know you see me
But a motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they
On of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever
In lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so beam
Choose sides we ride, nigga no in between
Set some to that Raw cone
Calling from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my
Bumping in that 5-9-9, oh my