Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

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

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

My judgement get
I wanna get rowdy
Like
Terrorize like Arabia

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

So, I won't
Got grey and only been here 25 years
Shed tears for niggaz, I knew for life, now
When you died to us, was the Iranian crisis

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

Half while I jot this
Lounging in my
Dreaming Tahiti, settle 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 I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust
just 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 combust
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 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 that I be dreaming the G's black?
Freeze for a minute, gotta take of my life
Gotta it like a knife

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

I rather attain stacks mack the on a plane ready for lift off
And grands, sipping exotic juice
in the shade 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

Conversation on, do the math
Dreaming I the, champagne bubble bath
Reality I 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
invisible forces 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 off course

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

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

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

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

Official O C, a two sound
Three six incomplete like the was round
And on that note hope alive, striving to rise
the inner soul

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

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

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

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