Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

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

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

My judgement get
Then I get rowdy
Like
Terrorize like Arabia

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

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

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 cancer
Smoke thick, Hennessey to my wig

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

I'm asleep dreaming that I'm louging on a yaucht
(Chillin' in the sun)
Bom bout the the docks, reality I wake up to
Feels like I up to a cloud filled room with angel dust
It's the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stress, frust, make me wanna
Make me wanna
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 inside no more can you score

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

2 K's on it's way, no time for
So, I to God, got me on a path of righteuos ways
though 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 misses on my side on a
With the night, when blitzed and magic a grand wizard)

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

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

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

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

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