Luyện nghe bài hát My Jeans

[Intro: Thug]
I just [?] do nothin'

[Chorus: Thug]
I got big racks in my (Big racks in my jeans)
I'ma mix some with this clean (Dirty with this clean)
all my bitches ballin', no [?]
21, I'm to stunt on all your dreams (Stuntin', yeah)
This money better not (Ayy)
I hit the target with the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, my target)
Loot on the pigs every time (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, my target)
Me and my gon' ride out (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)
Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (Target, my target, yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Money tall Charlie Sheen, yeah
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Spend your on my lean (Yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
money callin' me in my sleep
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Don't trust a nigga that creep, yeah

Run back, Turbo!
outta here!

[Verse 1: Lil
I was 'bout money, then I woke up
I be thinkin' all pimpin' give the world to her
If I get the check, give you the world, girl
See us goin' up and down, roller
I'll be the FN, you be my
the city 'bout my love, I even post her
Pourin' all lean in my styrofoam cup
4 Pockets Full, every one of these

Young Thug]
I got big in my jeans (Big racks in my jeans)
mix some dirty with this clean (Dirty with this clean)
Almost all my ballin', no [?]
21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all dreams (Stuntin', yeah)
This money not stop (Ayy)
I hit the target the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)
Loot on the pigs time (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)
Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (Hit my target, hittin' my target, my target)
Me and my gon' ride, uh (Target, hittin' my target, yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Spend bonnus on my lean (Yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
This callin' me in my sleep
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Don't trust a nigga that creep, yeah

[Verse 2:
Top off the Lamb', I get a breeze,
My kit is this codeine, yeah
I fell in with Billie Jean, yeah
But YSL like Wu-Tang with cream, oh
And I bought you everything
you up and put your condo in the trees
I bought some Gucci so long they can reach my knees
Got a bust down Rollie with big in my jeans, oh

Young Thug]
I got big racks in my (Big racks in my jeans)
I'ma mix some dirty with this (Dirty with this clean)
all my bitches ballin', no [?]
21, I'm 'bout to on all your dreams (Stuntin', yeah)
money better not stop (Ayy)
I hit the target with the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, my target)
Loot on the pigs every (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)
Me and my gon' ride out (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)
Me and my dawgs ride, uh (Target, hittin' my target, yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Spend bonnus on my lean (Yeah)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
This money me in my sleep
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Don't trust a rich that creep, yeah

Run back, Turbo!
outta here!
Wheezy here!
Wheezy here!
Wheezy here!