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
Bullshit or hustle, money
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, in a nigga sell
I'm raising hell swell
Make the mil, the mirror
Make the money, who tells
Make the
Flip the
Nigga show and (yeah)
the bottom
Where the at
Hit the light
Where the scat
Bounce back, choppers
stacks, out the back
To a bus mill stack (yeah)
So she me
So I fuck her
the floor, no ceilings
What a sight
Davis is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
Models night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush
Leather so soft, nigga do it any
Fly in any
in any weather
Shine in any (brrat)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we live a life
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the five
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the
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 dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), so new
On some 2011 shit, when I through
Black paint, seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm on the low though
In the big-body
With the four bar
Smokin' purple kush up
In a damn getting high as
mothafucka dare drift
Ain't that some damn
And it's though
But it like I'm telling you
Something you ain't knew 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
yo self
Private jets
See, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the five
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He ain't no
Bitch 'bout his bag
droppin head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back with the mag (yeah)
Call him bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline
Fuck the hollow tips we the gasoline chase you
Smoke that shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail
No playin where I'm from, we'll trail blaze you
Don't no bitch
And that's on I own
But I swear nigga 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
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

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