Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

J.
goin' down.
Come now, J. Holiday.
That's the I come home, baby.

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

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

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

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could ever me,

is like 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',
Voice matters what owe me,

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

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

Grindin' 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 ain't 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 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 it's to fail,
But when us against the world, me and you like "oh yeah",

It'll take a lot of hustlin', it's to tell,
That I am always on the hustle, never a chair,

See in my stare, I ain't to scare,
Put a king with a queen, and 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 know you gon' go home, and let me get mine,
One more to come home,
Off the streets,
when I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

We livin' the life, and is payback,
For the days 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 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,
in the sun up, 'n we chill 'til we see the black c'mon,

In the streets 'n I'm daily (J. Holiday: daily),
You don't need to be stressin' that, baby (J. 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 first lady, yeah (J. 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 more reason to 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!