Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

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

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

How you be lonely,
They don't know me,
Comfortable as ever my hustle got us cozy,

lookin' 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 like I'm 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',
matters what they owe me,

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

You know how the be,
hoppin' 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,
Plus I know you gon' go 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' 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 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 seem to appear.

You ain't a sweat, put your 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, seein' 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 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,
I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One more 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, stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me I should saved that,

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

So let your seat back, and let's 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 that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),

I get home 'n I you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah),
You mad at the money 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,
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 'n I'm hustlin' daily,
But you always 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!