Luyện nghe bài hát Stick to the Models

Ayy, bro, is Jambo?
ATL Jacob, ATL
Yeah,
Went through the clouds, ain't I never, never comin'
comin' down, oh
Yeah yeah,

Told my to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
my wrist up,
fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter lava
'Cause I'm in mode,
everything on go, I got a with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, just stick to the models

I'ma just to the models and hit it
just stick to the guala and get it
I come up short, I'm goin' to get it
I can afford to all my bitches
I got her up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I'm my city
I got vicarious, my ears, they
Put up, no worries, she know she
I it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the feelin' of on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the
you the truth, I come up from the dirt
She play no panties, a lil' bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it
A really rich nigga, and I'm goin'

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on tomorrow
my wrist up,
fuckin' a brick up, yeah, and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, get hotter than lava
I'm in that mode,
everything on go, I got a deal my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just to the models

I got two snow bunnies
me pics to the 'Gram
I got some bitches, linin' up
wanna fuck me just 'cause who I am
I them gold digging bitches
I never will love her or her, but pay her
Lookin' out for her, but takin' care of her
She know it no way in hell
I keep it with you, keep it real with me
all we can do
Know how to deal with you, how to deal with me
get wet as a pool
We it fair game
When it come to my bros and swappin' the hoes
I send my main thang to get your thang
We gon' that ho on the low

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on tomorrow
my wrist up,
fuckin' a up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than
I'm in that mode,
everything on go, I got a with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma stick to the models

I it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the
Two blonde bunnies
Sendin' me pics to the
with you
Who know how to deal you, know how to deal with me
get wet as a pool
Who how to
with you