Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

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

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

How you be lonely,
They 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,

walls could talk,
They say how they don't know me,

on the road,
No could ever hold me,

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

Nah, you run around,
like 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 just some rookies and you know that you were OG,
After o'clock you exactly where I'm gon' be,

You how the road be,
hoppin' on the sack,
But who's 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 more reason to 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,

like 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 Clyde to 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 breakin' a sweat, put your in the air,
And while I presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

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

It'll a lot of hustlin', it's easy to tell,
That I am always on the hustle, seein' 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 house, it'll be easy to share,
All of the royalties and riches, for keepin' it player.

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 more reason to home,
Off the streets,
Girl 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,
that, money stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I should 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 chill 'til we see the c'mon,

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

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

And you that ma lifestyle's crazy,
But you always be ma first lady, yeah (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 reason to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl 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 first lady,

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

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