Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

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

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

My get cloudy
Then I wanna get
Arabia
Terrorize like Arabia

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

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

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

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

I'm asleep dreaming 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 room with angel dust
just the

Stress, frust, make me wanna
me wanna cuss
I for living 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, forseeing my future like the
Pushing for the side of living a life
A time, pouring rhymes like wine

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

I fall upon my lap and my head, upon my knee caps
Is it a that I be dreaming about 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 love till I'm right be in a illusion
Seclusion, seeing me is

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

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

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

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

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

Bad and good 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 for me to bless 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)

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

Seeing through the of a crow you know
Slow walk forth is only right
the cause
From another man far yours

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

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

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