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.
That's the reason I home, baby.

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

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

Bottles rosy,
meant to go G,
Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could ever me,

Success is a drug,
And I feel 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 just some rookies and you know that you were OG,
After you know exactly where 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,
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,

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 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 a sweat, put your feet in the air,
And I ride presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

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

It'll take a lot of hustlin', easy to tell,
That I am on the hustle, never seein' a chair,

See in my stare, I easy to scare,
Put a with a queen, and they 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,
when I come 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 that your was aimed at,
that, money stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you me that I should saved that,

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

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

In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' daily (J. daily),
You don't need to be 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 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 to come home,
Off the streets,
when I come 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. Chamillionaire, what's up, baby?)
it away, Jay.

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