Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

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

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

My get cloudy
Then I wanna get
Like
Terrorize like Arabia

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

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

I it hard, like a flick slow mo' breathing
Prophetize dot of a book, summer dreaming
Semi-wet as I this, dragging the cancer sticks
Smoke thick, Hennessey to my wig

Half while I jot this
Lounging in my
Dreaming Tahiti, settle for the Bahamas
I get a

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

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

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

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

I upon 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, gotta take of my life
Gotta hold it a knife

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

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

Conversation on, do the math
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, me wanna bust
Make me cuss
I lust for living a life, a
invisible forces stand in my way
Keeping my mind off

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

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

Bad and fight 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 ways
Even I get stressed, and frustrated

The time 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, blitzed and magic like a grand wizard)

O C, a two syllable sound
Three six incomplete like the was round
And on that keep hope alive, striving to rise
From the soul

Seeing the eyes of a crow you know
Slow pacing forth is only right
Seperating the
From another man far yours

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

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

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