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 Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a sell
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, fuck the
the money, fuck who tells
Make the
the money
Nigga show and (yeah)
From the
the roaches at
Hit the switch
Where the scat
Bounce back, choppers
stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I fuck her
From the floor, no
a hella sight
Harley Davis is a bike
Eleven-hundred,
Models night (yeah)
Put the with 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
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., pearl
Harley Davis
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
Straight up out the wars, out the back 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
is my life (life)
A ghetto dream true
Paper on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, 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 four bar
Smokin' purple kush up
In a damn splif getting as
eagle dare drift
Ain't that some damn
And it's true
But it ain't I'm telling you
Something 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 a luxury life
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He no fool
Bitch Jizzle 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 with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline you
that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana
with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking trail you
love no bitch
And on everything I own
But I swear nigga every strap I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis V.
Straight gangster shit, I match my Porsche

(Birdman)

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

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