Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in here softer than your
Who the livest that you know of?
Smelling a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the of the Rover
my lil' 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 slices at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting her friends
Saturday card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine owner
Track suit sleeves can't it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she rolling
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 know we ride
forever high
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking
Now if you wanna join the team, you you must see me
But a motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good
Good rest, get up, go out, do they
On of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever
In your lifetime your eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so beam
Choose 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some to that Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, my cheese, nigga
The big chief, all in my sleep
Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my