Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

(Jet life)

White carpet in my star house
No one to gon dis on my scar spouse
My IV the twisted reefer and delivering dough
To the door like a piece of carrying her own
Always financially she need me
She is just in love a real nigger continuously weedin
At my under closed location my grow space is up on vintage V12 engines
and the greatest strains this
and I grind for that reason
the toxic air I'm breathin a leave an average man weakened
still on the houses as i drive by
crack the let a cloud out it
shit
Next time I I'm bringing all my cars on a plane with me
see the same we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions
Grapplin' hooks scaleing the building rap no hooks I'm high hows you feelin'
Captin hook wild'n in the ceiling though no stealin that shit heard i know the
these a borrowin yo style like you wasn't about to go do nuttin with it
That's why I only it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
and people I ain't got to name cuz was probly here gettin high wit me
If you don't know where to put it at than I'll wit it
There I try to you in the system for some weed in my city
In the heart no love or no pity
Looking for charity dog don't hunt don't come in the woods with it

(Jet life)