Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

J.
It's down.
Come now, J. Holiday.
That's the reason I home, baby.

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

How you be lonely,
They really know me,
Comfortable as 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 could talk,
They would say how don't know me,

on the road,
No could ever hold me,

Success is 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',
matters what they owe me,

But they just some rookies and you that you were OG,
After o'clock you know where I'm gon' be,

You how the road be,
groupies 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,
I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One more 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,

Grindin' like it 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 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 breakin' a sweat, put your in the air,
And I ride presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

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

It'll take a lot of hustlin', it's 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 house, it'll 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 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 was aimed at,
Made that, money stacked up to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I should that,

Ain't 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 daily (J. Holiday: daily),
You don't need to be stressin' that, baby (J. baby),

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

And you that ma lifestyle's 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,
I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One more 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 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!