Luyện nghe bài hát Jewelz

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

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

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

My judgement get
Then I get rowdy
Arabia
Terrorize Saudi Arabia

My reflects my mood swing
colors like a mood ring
Wifey me good things

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

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

Half while I jot this
in my boxers
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 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
Make me wanna
I lust for a life, a righteousness
With forces stand in my way
my mind off course

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

Till my cup run it
on my shoulder
I'm growing colder than a polar
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, take control of my life
Gotta hold it like a

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

I rather attain stacks mack the on a plane ready for lift off
And spend grands, sipping juice
Laying in the and shores
At a fly resort, on my cell the D I T C cohorts
to the God Finesse
We tight like with a Mohawk and so on

Conversation going on, do the
Dreaming I leave the, champagne bubble
Reality I up to
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with dust
just the

Stress, frust, make me bust
Make me wanna
I lust for living a life, a
With forces 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
my mind off course

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

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

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

The best time for me to bless a
Is to put the pen through a
(Yeah, I the riches, the misses on my side on a pool
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 keep hope alive, to rise
From the inner

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

(Going for mine, still off a two year hiatus)
And in that time bit my shit like alligators
It's alright though this rap is stress for us
It makes you like your in a hallway robust with angel 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 cuss
I lust for a life, a righteousness
With invisible forces in my way
Keeping my off course

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