Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

Come on, 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 and I lose devotion

My judgement get
Then I get rowdy
Like
Terrorize Saudi Arabia

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

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

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

Half while I jot this
Lounging in my
Dreaming Tahiti, even for the Bahamas
I get a

When I'm asleep dreaming 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 filled room with angel dust
It's the

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

I'm searching for the light like
The combust
Upon the bush, forseeing my like the Nova
Pushing for the side of living a life
A time, pouring rhymes like wine

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

I fall upon my lap and rest my head, upon my caps
Is it a crime I be dreaming about the G's black?
Freeze for a minute, gotta take of my life
Gotta it like a knife

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

I attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off
And spend grands, 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 with a Mohawk and so on

Conversation going on, do the
Dreaming I leave the, 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
Make me cuss
I lust for a life, a righteousness
With forces stand 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
my mind off course

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

Bad and good fight just like a war
(Slavery later for my nation
before 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 time 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, when blitzed and magic a grand wizard)

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

Seeing the eyes 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 time nigga's bit my shit like alligators
It's alright though 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, me wanna bust
Make me wanna
I for living a life, a righteousness
With invisible stand in my way
my mind off course

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