Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

J.
It's down.
here now, J. Holiday.
That's the I come home, baby.

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

How you be lonely,
don't 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,

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

on the road,
No could ever hold me,

Success is a drug,
And I like 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 they owe me,

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

You how the road be,
groupies 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 go down 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,

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 leavin' a share,

My fat ex-girlfriend, was to see me get mailed,
The UPS in the downs, and you still to appear.

You breakin' 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 it's easy to fail,
But when it's us against the world, me and you "oh yeah",

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

See in my stare, I ain't to scare,
Put a king with a queen, and can see we a pair,

as I get a full house, it'll be easy to share,
All of the royalties and riches, for keepin' it player.

J.
I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we shine,
Plus I know you 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 the life, and this is payback,
For the days that you to say that,

Maibach, something that your sights was aimed at,
Made that, money stacked up to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me I should saved that,

Ain't that somethin', we to get stacks,
As as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax),

So let your back, and let's repeat track,
Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we chill 'til we see the c'mon,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily (J. Holiday: daily),
You need to be stressin' 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 that ma lifestyle's crazy,
But you always 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 gon' be ma first lady, yeah

(J. Holiday: Yoa got a in the building.).
Oh yeah,
(J. Holiday: Chamillionaire, up, baby?)
it away, Jay.

J.
Yeah,
relax,
No, no no no no,
Go!