Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just that, baby boy

Y'all me
Bigger than (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, mothafucka
yo self
Private jets
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., pearl
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a sell
I'm raising doing swell
the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, fuck who
the money
Flip the
Nigga show and (yeah)
From the
the roaches at
Hit the switch
the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella
stacks, out the back
To a bus mill stack (yeah)
So she me
So I fuck her
the floor, no ceilings
What a sight
Harley Davis is a nigga
Eleven-hundred,
Models night (yeah)
Put the suede the plush 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
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five star and life (brrat)

(Bun B)

this is G shit
Straight up out the wars, out the back of the projects
Where niggas pull and choppers get pulled out
you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue like we at the harbor
is my life (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper plates on the (Benz), ridin' so new
On some shit, when 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 four bar
purple kush rolled up
In a damn getting high as
eagle dare drift
Ain't that some damn
And it's true
But it ain't like I'm you
Something that you ain't knew
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
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
See, we a luxury life
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

me my tool
got it bad
He no fool
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, mags
Stick in the back the 100-round mag (yeah)
him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline
Fuck the hollow tips we make the chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that gasoline face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my placer
Black with the red beam, my trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking blaze you
love no bitch
And that's on I own
But I nigga love every strap I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis V.
Straight gangster shit, I my four-door Porsche

(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., white
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

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