Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just like that, boy

Y'all me
than life (crazy)
Y'all 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
Bullshit or hustle, money
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Birdman)

Bounce back,
Fuck, going in a nigga
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, fuck the
the money, fuck who tells
Make the
the money
Nigga and tell (yeah)
the bottom
Where the at
Hit the light
the roaches scat
Bounce back, choppers
stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga mill (yeah)
So she me
So I fuck her
the floor, no ceilings
What a sight
Davis is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
Models every (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush
Leather so soft, nigga do it any
Fly in any
Hustle in any
Shine in any (brrat)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
yo self
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., pearl
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga is G shit
Straight up out the wars, out the back of the projects
Where pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the blue like we at the harbor
This is my (life)
A ghetto dream true
plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, I come through
Black paint, black
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the four-door
With the four bar
purple kush rolled up
In a damn splif getting as
mothafucka dare drift
that some damn shit
And it's true
But it like I'm telling you
Something you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted a noodle
put one in your noodle
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, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
See, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He ain't no
Bitch 'bout his bag
droppin head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet
Call me half a clip the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll face you
Cause nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail
No where I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you
Don't no bitch
And on everything I own
But I nigga love every strap I ever owned
Black head to toe with the V. holster
gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche

(Birdman)

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

Yeah, I see you
Yeah, OG
Believe
Pay man
010, yeah, every we shine