Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just like that, boy

Y'all me
Bigger than (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, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Birdman)

Bounce back,
Fuck, going in a nigga
I'm hell doing swell
the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, fuck who
the money
Flip the
Nigga 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
What a hella
Harley is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
Models every (yeah)
Put the suede the plush leather
Leather so soft, nigga do it any
Fly in any
in any weather
Shine in any (brrat)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
up the food
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
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the of the projects
niggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the water like we at the harbor
This is my (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), so new
On 2011 shit, when I come through
Black paint, black
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the big-body
the four bar logo
Smokin' kush rolled up
In a damn splif high as
mothafucka eagle drift
Ain't that some damn
And it's true
But it like I'm telling you
that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted like a
I'll put one in 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
Buyin' yo
Private jets
See, we live a life
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the five
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

me my tool
got it bad
He ain't no
Bitch Jizzle his bag
2010 droppin head, mags
Stick in the back with the mag (yeah)
him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me a clip with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll face you
Cause nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my placer
with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you
Don't love no
And on everything I own
But I nigga love every strap I ever owned
Black head to toe with the V. holster
Straight gangster shit, I match my four-door

(Birdman)

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

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