Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

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

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

My get cloudy
Then I get rowdy
Arabia
Terrorize Saudi Arabia

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

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

I took it hard, like a flick slow mo'
Prophetize dot of a book, night's dreaming
Semi-wet as I write this, dragging the cancer
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 dreaming 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 filled room with angel dust
It's the

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

I'm for the light like Noah
The combust
Upon the bush, forseeing my future like the
Pushing for the brighter side of a life
A better time, pouring rhymes wine

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

I upon my lap and rest 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
Gotta hold it a knife

have more then a slice you know
Frustration, mental
(Confusion)
Life is living till I'm right be in a illusion
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 the D I T C cohorts
to the God Finesse
We tight like Indians a Mohawk and so on

going on, do the math
Dreaming I leave the, bubble bath
I wake up to
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with dust
It's the

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

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

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

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

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

The best 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
With the night, when 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

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

(Going for mine, still coming off a two hiatus)
And in time nigga's bit my shit like alligators
It's alright though rap shit is stress for us
It makes you feel like your in a robust with angel 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 cuss
I for living a life, a righteousness
With forces stand in my way
Keeping my off course

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