Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

1:]
Showroom
Leather in softer than your 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 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 either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 in the morning
This thing we've built, got my stacks on stilts
Got my driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still
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
Blow trial, get up in the fry for it
telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet
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 in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they
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 ever see
Nigga, on flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, no in between
Set some fire to that Raw
Calling shots from a solid rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in 5-9-9, oh my