Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in here softer your sofa
Who the livest 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 a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a time
Yellow Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking
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 know I'm to Jet living
We know we ride
forever high
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm on keys
Pilot of the 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
Good rest, get up, go out, do they
On behalf of the set, it back to the G's
I some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way than you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so beam
Choose sides we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my
Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my