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'
it yeah, uhh, check it out
it out

Yo, my motion
Smooth or rough as the
Sometimes, it slip away and I devotion

My judgement get
I wanna get rowdy
Like
Terrorize like Saudi

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

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

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

Half naked while I jot
in my boxers
Dreaming Tahiti, even for the Bahamas
I get a

When I'm asleep 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 room with angel
It's the

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

I'm for the light like Noah
The flame
Upon the bush, forseeing my like the Nova
Pushing for the brighter side of living a
A better time, pouring rhymes like

Till my cup run it
on my shoulder
I'm growing colder than a bear
Thinking a bank hold up

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

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 stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for off
And spend grands, sipping juice
in the shade and shores
At a fly resort, on my contact the D I T C cohorts
Talking to the God
We like Indians with a Mohawk and so on

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

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

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

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

Bad and fight inside just like a war
(Slavery foundation for my nation
Centuries Final Call be the New World Order)

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

The best time for me to a rhyme
Is to put the pen a test
(Yeah, I want the riches, the misses on my side on a
With the night, blitzed and magic like a grand 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 soul

through the eyes of a crow you know
Slow walk forth is only right
Seperating the
From man far from yours

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

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

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