Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

J.
It's down.
here now, J. Holiday.
That's the I come home, baby.

Relax, relax,
(J. Let's 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' tags while we like Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could hold me,

is like a drug,
And I feel like I'm 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 they just rookies and you know that you were OG,
After o'clock you know where I'm gon' be,

You know how the 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 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 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 seem to appear.

You ain't 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 it's us against the world, me and you like "oh yeah",

It'll take a lot of hustlin', 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,

as I get a full 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,
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 livin' the life, and is payback,
For the that you used to say that,

Maibach, wasn't something that your 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 soon as we get stacks, it's 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 daily (J. Holiday: daily),
You don't to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),

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

And you know 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 know you gon' go home, and let me get mine,
One more reason to home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I 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. 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!