Luyện nghe bài hát Sauvecito

Jason on the Beat, baby!

Pull up with the juice, might splash like the
Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I'm
Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the
Your bitch came through a whole lotta lotion
up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex the milk in my cereal
That's the Cheerios, so ethereal
I became your dad a motherfucking miracle

See me to that Guap, pockets got the guala
Bentley flip got me lookin like a balla Igoudala
Sippin in the morning like a Alcoholic
But I'm not, I wake up sip a cup and fuckin frolic
Gravy and yo bitch boutta like a comet
Pounds in my pockets and pesos in my wallet
IPhone 5 but yo bitch tryna it
Said she want the
So I'm on the faucet
Cuddled up yo girl smokin on cabana
Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the
she bad, she a bad mama jama
I'm in my pajamas topped up in the Honda
the Civic
Got these livid
Gravy so exquisite I pull up and I whip it
All these bitches
I even stripping
Reflections off my wrist leaving em leave em tripping

Pull up with the juice, might splash the ocean
in the coupe, bumpin gas and I'm coastin'
Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the
bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my
That's the Cheerios, so ethereal
I became your dad that's a motherfucking

Aye,
up to new spot on
At the new lot, on the top won't go to boo's spot
It's too it's too hot
We would rather at mine shoot the breeze
Fuck two
We rather do a line than wait outside
I do lines
Overhead like
And blue skies and chem
Down to like green grass and pavements and trash cans
I talkin' trash please don't wash my mouth with soap
I be talkin' and that's as dirty as it goes
it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics
At the first olympics In Greece and
Your ho on the Train, just thotin and that's it
your on the paper chasing not chasen that bitch

Pull up with the juice, might splash like the
Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I'm
on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real material
Two percent like the milk in my cereal
the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that's a miracle