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
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, 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)

(Birdman)

Bounce back,
Fuck, in a nigga sell
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, the mirror
the money, fuck who tells
Make the
Flip the
show and tell (yeah)
From the
the roaches at
Hit the light
Where the scat
Bounce back, choppers
stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I her right
the floor, no ceilings
What a hella
Harley Davis is a nigga
Eleven-hundred,
Models every (yeah)
Put the suede with the leather
Leather so soft, do it any weather
Fly in any
Hustle in any
in any weather (brrat)

(Birdman)

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

(Bun B)

this is G shit
Straight up out the wars, from out the of the projects
niggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the
up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my (life)
A ghetto dream true
plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, when I come
Black paint, seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm on the low though
In the four-door
With the bar logo
Smokin' purple rolled up
In a splif getting high as
mothafucka eagle drift
Ain't that damn shit
And true though
But it like I'm telling you
that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted a noodle
I'll put one in noodle
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 mothafucka
See, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

me my tool
got it bad
He no fool
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back with the mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet
Call me half a clip with the chaser
the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my placer
with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking trail you
love no bitch
And that's on I own
But I swear love every strap I ever owned
Black head to toe with the V. holster
Straight shit, I match 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 mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five star and life (brrat)

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