Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in here softer than sofa
Who the crew that you know of?
Smelling a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the
That's my homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the
thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, moms
I love to see her having a good
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine owner
Track suit can't 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
trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, swim with the fishes
Niggas I'm committed to Jet living
We know we ride
forever high
We die
Jet

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