Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just like that, boy

Y'all me
Bigger than (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
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a nigga
I'm raising doing swell
the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, who tells
the money
Flip the
Nigga show and (yeah)
the bottom
Where the at
Hit the switch
the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella
stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I fuck her
From the floor, no
What a hella
Harley Davis is a bike
Eleven-hundred,
every night (yeah)
Put the suede the plush leather
Leather so soft, 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
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga is G shit
up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where niggas pull cards and choppers get out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the blue water we at the harbor
is my life (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper plates on the (Benz), ridin' so new
On some shit, when I come through
paint, black seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the big-body
With the four bar
Smokin' purple rolled up
In a damn splif high as
mothafucka dare drift
Ain't that some shit
And true though
But it ain't I'm telling you
that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted a noodle
put one in your noodle
And leave a nigga
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
jets mothafucka
See, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

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

(Birdman)

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

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