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
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
yo self
Private jets
Yo, we live a life
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
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
the money
Flip the
Nigga and tell (yeah)
the bottom
Where the at
Hit the switch
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 hella
Davis is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
Models night (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, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Bun B)

this is G shit
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the
Where niggas pull cards and get pulled out
you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the
is my life (life)
A ghetto dream true
Paper 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 on the low though
In the four-door
With the bar logo
Smokin' purple kush up
In a damn getting high as
eagle dare drift
Ain't that some damn
And true though
But it ain't like I'm you
that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted like a
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., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

me my tool
got it bad
He ain't no
Bitch 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, mags
Stick in the back with the mag (yeah)
Call him bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
me half a clip with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the chase you
Smoke that shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail
No where I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you
love no bitch
And on everything I own
But I swear nigga love every strap I ever
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
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

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