Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just that, baby boy

Y'all me
Bigger life (crazy)
understand me? (yeah)
The sun do
me (yeah)
Dolla (yeah)
(yeah)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a sell
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, fuck the
Make the money, fuck who
Make the
Flip the
show and tell (yeah)
From the
Where the at
Hit the light
Where the roaches
back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I her right
From the floor, no
a hella sight
Harley Davis is a nigga
Eleven-hundred,
Models every (yeah)
Put the suede the plush leather
so soft, nigga do it any weather
Fly in any
in any weather
Shine in any (brrat)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
yo self
Private jets
Yo, we live a life
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Bun B)

this is G shit
Straight up out the wars, from out the of the projects
Where niggas pull cards and get pulled out
you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue like we at the harbor
This is my (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, when I through
Black paint, seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm on the low though
In the big-body
With the bar logo
Smokin' purple kush up
In a damn splif getting as
eagle dare drift
Ain't that some shit
And it's true
But it like I'm telling you
that you ain't knew though
So don't get it like a noodle
I'll put one in your
And a nigga twisted
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
yo self
Private jets
See, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He no fool
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, mags
Stick in the back the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet
me half a clip with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline you
Cause nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll trail blaze you
Don't no bitch
And that's on I own
But I swear nigga love every strap I owned
Black to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster shit, I match my Porsche

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

Yeah, I see you
Yeah, OG
That
Pay man
010, yeah, summer we shine