Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

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

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
Niggas know I'm to Jet living
We niggas we ride
forever high
We die
Jet

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