Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

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

Yo, my movement
Smooth or as the ocean
Sometimes, it slip away and I devotion

My judgement get
Then I get rowdy
Arabia
Terrorize like Saudi

My avons reflects my mood
Switch colors like a ring
Wifey telling me things

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

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

Half naked I jot this
in my boxers
Dreaming Tahiti, even for the Bahamas
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 I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust
It's the

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

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

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

I fall upon my lap and rest my head, upon my knee
Is it a crime 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, masturbation
(Confusion)
Life is living till I'm right be in a illusion
Seclusion, seeing me is

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

going on, do the math
Dreaming I the, champagne bubble bath
I wake up to
Feels like I woked up to a filled room with angel dust
just the

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

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

(Your hard for the dough)
But time seem to go
Busting your ass to go from a to a pro
Low budget feeling inside no more can you

Bad and good inside just like a war
(Slavery later for my nation
Centuries before 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 though I get stressed, and

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

O C, a two syllable sound
Three six incomplete like the earth was
And on that note hope alive, striving to rise
From the inner

Seeing through the eyes of a you know
Slow pacing walk forth is only
Seperating the
another man far from yours

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

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

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