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. Holiday: go, whoo!)

How you be lonely,
They really know me,
Comfortable as like my hustle got us cozy,

Bottles 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 they know me,

on the road,
No home ever hold me,

Success is a drug,
And I like 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,
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 know you gon' go home, and let me get mine,
One reason 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 seein' a jail,

On the for the paper,
I'm on the tip of the tail,

I'm the Clyde to Bonnie,
And we ain't 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 breakin' a sweat, put your in the air,
And while I ride presidential, let you be my Michelle,

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

take 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 reason to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl 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 sights was at,
Made that, stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I should that,

that somethin', we grind 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 'til 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 know you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah),
You mad at the money I'm chasin',

And you know ma lifestyle's crazy,
But you always gon' be ma lady, yeah (J. Holiday: Woo!).

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.

Come let me you, man,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily,
But you always gon' be ma 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!