Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

let me tell you, man,
Relax, relax. (J. Holiday: From to DC, baby.)

J.
It's down.
Come now, J. Holiday.
the reason I come home, baby.

Relax, relax,
(J. Let's go, whoo!)

How you be lonely,
don't really know me,
Comfortable as ever my hustle got us cozy,

Bottles rosy,
Bags to go G,
tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

These walls talk,
would say how they don't know me,

on the road,
No home could ever me,

Success is a drug,
And I like I'm 'bout to OD,

Nah, you run around,
Actin' you own me,

til I get home,
Then you put it on me,

at how we ballin', bitch,
One or two of colby,

Look at how callin',
matters what they owe me,

But they just some rookies and you that you were OG,
After o'clock you exactly where I'm gon' be,

You know how the be,
hoppin' on the sack,
But guess who's to give you the business.

J.
I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we shine,
I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One reason to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

I got to be in the twelve,
Got the as well,

Grindin' it ain't illegal,
And I seein' a jail,

On the for the paper,
I'm on the tip of the tail,

I'm the to your Bonnie,
And we leavin' a share,

My fat ex-girlfriend, was to see me get mailed,
The UPS in the downs, and you seem to appear.

You ain't breakin' a sweat, put feet in the air,
And while I presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

In this life all these of troubles, I it's easy to fail,
But when it's us the world, me and you like "oh yeah",

It'll a lot of hustlin', it's easy to tell,
That I am always on the hustle, never a chair,

See in my stare, I ain't to scare,
Put a king with a queen, and can see we a pair,

Soon as I get a full house, be easy to share,
All of the royalties and riches, just for it player.

J.
I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we shine,
Plus I know you go down home, and let me get mine,
One more reason to home,
Off the streets,
when I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

We the life, and this is payback,
For the days you used to say that,

Maibach, something that your sights was aimed at,
Made that, money up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me I should saved that,

that somethin', we grind to get stacks,
As as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax),

So let your seat back, and let's track,
Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we 'til we see the black c'mon,

In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' (J. Holiday: daily),
You don't need to be stressin' that, baby (J. baby),

I get home 'n I know you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah),
You ain't mad at the I'm chasin',

And you know that ma crazy,
But you always gon' be ma lady, yeah (J. Holiday: Woo!).

J.
I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we shine,
Plus I know you go down home, and let me get mine,
One more reason to home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

Come let me you, man,

In the streets 'n I'm daily,
But you always be ma first lady, yeah

(J. Holiday: Yoa got a in the building.).
Oh yeah,
(J. Holiday: Chamillionaire, up, baby?)
it away, Jay.

J.
Yeah,
relax,
No, no no no no,
Go!