Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

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

Ride for it, get on the lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim the fishes
Niggas I'm committed to Jet living
We know 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 motherfucker's who you be
Big in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do best
On behalf of the set, bring it 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 infrared
Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in
Set some fire to Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese,
The big chief, plotting all in my
Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my