Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew you know of?
Smelling like a pound we show up, more getting rolled up
show us to our section, bring them 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 there and get
I play the cut 'til the nigga either or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 in the morning
thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, moms
I love to see her having a good
gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't it, yea it's still glowing
bitch 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 or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet
We niggas we ride
Nigga high
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm talking audio dope, 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 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, bring it to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and the rest on weed
Way more than you need or ever believe
In lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so beam
Choose sides we ride, nigga no in between
Set fire to that Raw cone
shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, all in my sleep
Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my