Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in here than your sofa
Who the crew that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, getting rolled up
show us to our section, bring them bottles 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 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 driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's
I love to see her having a good
Yellow Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't it, yea it's still glowing
This rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and about it in the morning

Ride for it, get on the lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the fry for it
Never telling or snitching, swim with the fishes
know I'm committed to Jet living
We niggas know we
Nigga forever
We die
Jet

2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on
Pilot of the motherfucking
Now if you wanna join the team, you you must see me
But a sucker who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting 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 spend the rest on
Way more than you need or ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes ever see
Nigga, on flow, so infrared beam
Choose 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw
Calling shots a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, all in my sleep
Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my