Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

These could talk,
They would say how don't know me,

on the road,
No home could ever me,

Success is a drug,
And I feel like I'm 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',
Voice matters they owe me,

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

You how the road be,
hoppin' on the sack,
But guess back to give you the business.

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

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

Grindin' like it illegal,
And I ain't 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 still to appear.

You ain't a sweat, put your 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 it's us against 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 easy to scare,
Put a with a queen, and they can see we a pair,

as I get a full house, it'll 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 gon' go home, and let me get mine,
One more to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

We livin' the life, and is payback,
For the days that you to say that,

Maibach, wasn't something your sights was aimed at,
Made that, stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me I should saved that,

Ain't that somethin', we to get stacks,
As as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax),

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

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

I get home 'n I know you'll be waitin', yeah (J. yeah yeah),
You mad at the money I'm chasin',

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

J.
I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we shine,
Plus I you gon' 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.

Come let me you, man,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily,
But you always gon' be ma lady, yeah

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

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