Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

J.
goin' 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' while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

These walls talk,
They would say how they don't 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 what they owe me,

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

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 seem to appear.

You ain't breakin' a sweat, put feet in the air,
And while I presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

In this life all these of troubles, I know it's to fail,
But when it's us 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 easy to scare,
Put a with a queen, and they 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 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 you used to say that,

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

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

So let your 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' daily (J. 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 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,
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 be ma first 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!