Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

(Jet life)

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

(Jet life)