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
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a sell
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, fuck the
Make the money, who tells
Make the
Flip the
show and tell (yeah)
From the
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 her right
the floor, no ceilings
What a sight
Harley is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the 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
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga is G shit
Straight up out the wars, out the back of the projects
Where pull 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 dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), so new
On some 2011 shit, when I come
paint, black seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the four-door
With the four bar
Smokin' purple rolled up
In a damn splif getting as
mothafucka dare drift
Ain't that damn shit
And it's though
But it ain't I'm telling you
Something that you ain't though
So don't get it twisted a noodle
put one in your noodle
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, mothafucka
yo self
Private jets
See, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the five
Five star and nigga (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 with the mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet
Call me half a clip with the chaser
Fuck the tips we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
Cause nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll trail blaze you
Don't love no
And that's on I own
But I swear nigga love strap I ever owned
Black head to toe the Louis V. holster
gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche

(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 a luxury life
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

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