Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, ha
Come on, come on, on
Ha, yeah
in the crates ya'

Come on, come on, on
Uhh, yeah, Lord ya'
Check it yeah, uhh, it out
it out

Yo, my motion
Smooth or as the ocean
Sometimes, it away and I lose devotion

My get cloudy
Then I wanna get
Arabia
Terrorize like Saudi

My reflects my mood swing
Switch like a mood ring
Wifey telling me good

So, I strain
Got grey hairs and only been here 25
Shed tears for niggaz, I for life, now lifeless
When you died to us, was the Iranian crisis

I took it hard, a flick slow mo' breathing
Prophetize dot of a book, night's dreaming
Semi-wet as I write this, dragging the sticks
Smoke thick, shots to my wig

Half while I jot this
in my boxers
Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the
I get a

When I'm dreaming that I'm louging on a yaucht
(Chillin' in the sun)
Bom bout the leave the docks, reality I up to
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled with angel dust
It's the

Stress, frust, make me bust
me wanna cuss
I for living a life, a righteousness
With forces stand in my way
Keeping my mind off

I'm searching for the light like
The flame
Upon the bush, forseeing my future like the
for the brighter side of living a life
A time, pouring rhymes like wine

my cup run it over
Temptation on my
I'm growing colder than a polar
about a bank hold up

I upon my lap and rest my head, upon my knee caps
Is it a that I be dreaming about the G's black?
Freeze for a minute, take control of my life
Gotta hold it like a

Must more then a slice you know
Frustration, mental
(Confusion)
Life is living till I'm right be in a illusion
Seclusion, me is rare

I rather attain mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off
And spend grands, exotic juice
in the shade and shores
At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D I T C
Talking to the God
We tight like with a Mohawk and so on

Conversation going on, do the
Dreaming I leave the, champagne bubble
Reality I up to
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room angel dust
It's the

Stress, frust, me wanna bust
me wanna cuss
I lust for living a life, a
invisible forces stand in my way
Keeping my mind off

Stress, frust, make me wanna
me wanna cuss
I lust for living a life, a
With forces stand in my way
Keeping my mind off

(Your working for the dough)
But time to go slow
Busting your ass to go from a to a pro
Low budget feeling inside no can you score

Bad and good fight inside just a war
(Slavery later foundation for my
Centuries before Final be the New World Order)

2 K's on it's way, no time for
So, I pray to God, got me on a of righteuos ways
though I get stressed, and frustrated

The best for me to bless a rhyme
Is to put the pen a test
(Yeah, I want the riches, the on my side on a pool
With the night, when blitzed and magic like a wizard)

Official O C, a two sound
Three six like the earth was round
And on that keep hope alive, striving to rise
From the inner

Seeing through the of a crow you know
Slow pacing walk is only right
the cause
From another man far from

(Going for mine, still off a two year hiatus)
And in that time nigga's bit my shit alligators
It's alright though rap shit is stress for us
It makes you feel like your in a hallway with angel dust
Reality I wake up to, my old dad once me
"How you live life is all on you, son"

Stress, frust, make me bust
Make me wanna
I for living a life, a righteousness
With invisible stand in my way
my mind off course

Stress, frust, make me wanna
Make me wanna
I for living a life, a righteousness
With invisible stand in my way
Keeping my off course