Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them 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 there and get
I play the cut the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 in the morning
This thing built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a good
gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's glowing
This rubbing 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
trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, swim with the fishes
Niggas I'm committed to Jet living
We niggas we ride
forever high
We die
Jet

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