Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, ha
Come on, come on, on
Ha, what
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 rough as the
Sometimes, it slip away and I lose

My get cloudy
Then I get rowdy
Arabia
Terrorize Saudi Arabia

My reflects my mood swing
Switch like a mood ring
telling me good things

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

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

Half while I jot this
in my boxers
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 up to a cloud filled room with angel dust
just the

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

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

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

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

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

I rather stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off
And spend grands, sipping juice
Laying in the and shores
At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D I T C
Talking to the God
We tight like Indians a Mohawk 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 cloud filled room angel dust
just the

Stress, frust, me wanna bust
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 forces stand in my way
Keeping my off course

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

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

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

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

Official O C, a two sound
Three six like the earth was round
And on that note keep alive, striving to rise
From the soul

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

(Going for mine, still off a two year 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 hallway robust with dust
Reality I up to, my old dad once told me
"How you your life 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
Keeping my off course

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