Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

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

Relax, relax,
(J. Holiday: go, whoo!)

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

Bottles rosy,
meant to go G,
Poppin' tags we Photoshoppin' like Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No could ever hold me,

is like 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',
Voice matters they owe me,

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

You know how the be,
hoppin' on the sack,
But guess who's back to 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 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 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 still to appear.

You ain't breakin' a sweat, put your in the air,
And while I ride presidential, 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 a lot of hustlin', it's easy to tell,
That I am on the hustle, never seein' 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 royalties and riches, 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 sights was at,
that, money stacked 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 'til we see the black c'mon,

In the streets 'n I'm 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 ain't mad at the I'm chasin',

And you that 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,
Plus I you gon' 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.

Come let me you, man,

In the streets 'n I'm daily,
But you always gon' be ma 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!