Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in here softer than your
Who the livest that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, more rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, them bottles over
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 play the cut 'til the nigga bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni at 3 o'clock in the morning
This we've 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 a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine 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 write it in the morning

Ride for it, get on the lie for it
trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet
We know we ride
Nigga high
We die
Jet

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