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
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the five
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a sell
I'm raising hell swell
Make the mil, fuck the
the money, fuck who tells
Make the
the money
Nigga and tell (yeah)
From the
the roaches at
Hit the light
Where the roaches
back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the
To a bus nigga 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 the plush leather
so soft, nigga do it any weather
Fly in any
Hustle in any
in any weather (brrat)

(Birdman)

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

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the of the projects
Where niggas pull cards and get pulled out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the blue like we at the harbor
This is my (life)
A ghetto dream come
Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), so new
On some 2011 shit, I come through
Black paint, seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the four-door
With the bar logo
purple kush rolled up
In a splif getting high as
mothafucka eagle dare
Ain't some damn shit
And true though
But it ain't I'm telling you
that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted a noodle
put one in your 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, mothafucka
yo self
Private jets
See, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He ain't no
Bitch Jizzle his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch
Stick in the with the 100-round mag (yeah)
him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline you
Smoke fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
Cause young heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, my Indiana placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail
No playin where I'm from, we'll trail blaze you
Don't love no
And that's on I own
But I swear love every strap I ever owned
head to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight 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, money
yo self
Private mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., pearl
Harley Davis
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 we shine