Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

(Jet life)

White carpet in my face house
No one to gon dis on my scar spouse
My IV the twisted reefer and delivering dough
To the front door a piece of carrying her own
Always financially she don't me
She is just in love with a real nigger continuously
At my under location my grow space is reading up on vintage V12 engines
and the greatest this season
and I grind for that reason
the air that I'm breathin a leave an average man weakened
watermarks still on the houses as i by
crack the let a cloud out it
trill
Next time I I'm bringing all my cars on a plane with me
Lor' see the we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions
hooks scaleing the building rap with no hooks I'm high hows you feelin'
Captin hook wild'n in the ceiling no stealin that shit heard i know the feeling
these niggas a borrowin yo style you wasn't about to go do nuttin with it
why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
and people I ain't got to name cuz they was here gettin high 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 heart aint no love or no
Looking for charity that dog don't hunt come in the woods with it

(Jet life)