Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
in here softer than your sofa
Who the crew that you know of?
Smelling like a when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the of the Rover
That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on
Got my mama driving a Benz, lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea 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 swim the fishes
Niggas I'm committed to Jet living
We niggas we ride
Nigga high
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking
Now if you join the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker motherfucker's who you be
Big in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
rest, get up, go out, do they best
On of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or ever believe
In your your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, no in between
Set some fire to that Raw
Calling shots a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my
Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my