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
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the mikes
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a nigga
I'm hell doing swell
the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, who tells
the money
Flip the
Nigga show and (yeah)
the bottom
Where the at
Hit the light
the roaches scat
Bounce back, choppers
More stacks, out the
To a bus nigga mill (yeah)
So she me
So I her right
the floor, no ceilings
What a hella
Davis is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
every 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
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
yo self
Private mothafucka
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga is G shit
up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where niggas cards and choppers get pulled out
you at the barber
Fresh up out the water like we at the harbor
is my life (life)
A ghetto dream true
Paper plates on the (Benz), ridin' so new
On 2011 shit, when I come through
Black paint, black
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm on the low though
In the big-body
With the bar logo
Smokin' kush rolled up
In a splif getting high as
mothafucka dare drift
Ain't that some shit
And it's though
But it ain't I'm telling you
that you ain't knew though
So don't get it like a noodle
I'll put one in your
And a nigga twisted
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

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

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He no fool
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Paper
Call me half a clip with the chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline you
Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my placer
Black the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking trail 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 Louis V.
gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche

(Birdman)

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

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