Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

Come on, come on, on
Uhh, yeah, Finesse ya'
it yeah, uhh, check it out
it out

Yo, my motion
or rough as the ocean
Sometimes, it slip away and I lose

My get cloudy
Then I get rowdy
Arabia
Terrorize like Arabia

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

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

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

Half naked I jot this
Lounging in my
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 the leave the docks, reality I wake up to
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled with angel dust
just the

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

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

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

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

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

I rather attain stacks 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 like Indians with a Mohawk and so on

Conversation on, do the math
Dreaming I leave the, bubble bath
Reality I up to
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with dust
just the

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

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

(Your hard for the dough)
But time to go slow
Busting ass to go from a amatuer to a pro
Low budget feeling no more can you score

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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