Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just that, baby 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
Bullshit or hustle, money
yo self
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, in a nigga sell
I'm raising hell 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 switch
Where the scat
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 Davis is a nigga
Eleven-hundred,
Models night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush
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
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the
is my life (life)
A ghetto come true
plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, I come through
Black paint, seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm on the low though
In the big-body
With the bar logo
Smokin' purple rolled up
In a damn getting high as
mothafucka eagle dare
Ain't that some shit
And it's true
But it like I'm telling you
Something that you knew though
So don't get it like a noodle
I'll put one in noodle
And leave a 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 jets
See, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He no fool
Bitch 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch
Stick in the back the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Paper
Call me half a clip the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline you
young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail
No where I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you
love no bitch
And on everything I own
But I nigga love 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
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and life (brrat)

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