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
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Birdman)

Bounce back,
Fuck, in a nigga sell
I'm raising hell swell
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
Where the roaches
Bounce back, hella
stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I her right
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
up the food
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Bun B)

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

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He no fool
Bitch 'bout his bag
2010 head, 26-inch mags
in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline
the hollow tips we make the gasoline 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
Black with the red beam, my trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking blaze you
Don't no bitch
And that's on I own
But I nigga love every strap I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis V.
gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche

(Birdman)

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

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