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.
the reason 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' tags 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 ever 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 what they owe me,

But they just rookies and you know that you were OG,
After 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 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.

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 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 seem 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 know easy to fail,
But when it's us the world, me and you like "oh yeah",

It'll take a lot of hustlin', easy to tell,
That I am on the hustle, never seein' a chair,

See in my stare, I easy to scare,
Put a king with a queen, and can see we a pair,

Soon as I get a full house, be easy to share,
All of the and riches, just 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 more reason to home,
Off the streets,
Girl I come 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 your sights was aimed at,
that, money stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I should 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 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 hustlin' daily (J. daily),
You need to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),

I get home 'n I know be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah),
You ain't mad at the I'm chasin',

And you know that ma crazy,
But you gon' 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 more reason to 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 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!