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
yo self
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five star and life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, in a nigga sell
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, the mirror
the money, fuck who tells
Make the
the money
Nigga show and (yeah)
From the
Where the at
Hit the light
the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella
stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I her right
From the floor, no
What a hella
Harley Davis is a bike
Eleven-hundred,
every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the leather
so soft, nigga do it any weather
Fly in any
Hustle in any
in any weather (brrat)

(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 live a luxury
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the mikes
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Bun B)

this is G shit
Straight up out the wars, out the back of the projects
Where niggas pull cards and get pulled out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the water like we at the harbor
This is my (life)
A ghetto dream come
Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), so new
On some 2011 shit, when I come
Black paint, black
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the big-body
With the bar logo
Smokin' purple rolled up
In a damn splif high as
mothafucka eagle dare
Ain't that damn shit
And it's true
But it like I'm telling you
Something that you knew though
So don't get it twisted a noodle
put one in your noodle
And leave a twisted
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

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

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He ain't no
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the with the 100-round mag (yeah)
him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll face you
young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
Blue and mirror, that's my Indiana placer
Black the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, fucking trail blaze you
Don't love no
And that's on I own
But I swear nigga love every I ever owned
head 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
Bullshit or hustle, money
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
star and nigga life (brrat)

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