Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

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

Relax, relax,
(J. Holiday: 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,
Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' 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 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 what they owe me,

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

You how the road 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,
Plus I know you 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' 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 ain't breakin' a sweat, put feet in the air,
And I ride 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 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, never a chair,

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

Soon as I get a full house, it'll be 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 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 that you used to say that,

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

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

So let seat 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' (J. Holiday: daily),
You don't need to be that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),

I get home 'n I you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah),
You ain't mad at the 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 streets 'n I'm daily,
But you always gon' be ma lady, yeah

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

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