Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just that, baby boy

Y'all me
Bigger life (crazy)
Y'all 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 mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, in a nigga sell
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, fuck the
Make the money, who tells
Make the
Flip the
Nigga and tell (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 fuck her
the floor, no ceilings
What a sight
Harley is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
every night (yeah)
Put the with the plush leather
Leather so soft, nigga do it any
Fly in any
Hustle in any
in any weather (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
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga is G shit
Straight up out the wars, out the back of the projects
Where niggas pull cards and choppers get out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the
This is my (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper plates on the (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 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
With the bar logo
Smokin' kush rolled up
In a damn getting high as
eagle dare drift
Ain't that damn shit
And it's though
But it ain't like I'm you
Something that you knew though
So get it twisted like a noodle
put one in your noodle
And leave a twisted
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

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

(Young Jeezy)

me my tool
got it bad
He no fool
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch
in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet
Call me half a clip with the chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline you
that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a
Blue and yellow mirror, my Indiana placer
Black the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking blaze you
Don't love no
And on everything I own
But I swear nigga love every I ever owned
Black to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster shit, I my four-door Porsche

(Birdman)

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

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