Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

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

Ride for it, get on the lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the fry for it
telling or snitching, rather swim with 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 who you cannot be
Big in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they
On behalf of the set, bring it to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the on weed
Way more than you or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes ever see
Nigga, on flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, no in between
Set some fire to Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese,
The big chief, all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in 5-9-9, oh my