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. Holiday: go, whoo!)

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

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

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

These walls talk,
They would say how they know me,

on the road,
No home could hold me,

is like 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 what owe me,

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

You know how the be,
groupies 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 know you 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.

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

like it ain't 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 breakin' a sweat, put your feet in the air,
And while I ride presidential, let you be my Michelle,

In this life all these of troubles, I know easy to fail,
But when 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,

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 gon' go home, and let me get mine,
One reason to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

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

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

Ain't somethin', we grind 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 'til we see the black c'mon,

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

I get home 'n I know 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, yeah (J. Woo!).

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 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 gon' 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!