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 know me,
Comfortable as ever like my got us cozy,

Bottles rosy,
meant to go G,
Poppin' tags while we 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,

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',
Voice matters they owe me,

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

You how the road 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,
I know you gon' go down 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,

like it ain't illegal,
And I seein' a jail,

On the for the paper,
I'm on the tip of the tail,

I'm the to your 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 breakin' a sweat, put feet in the air,
And while I ride presidential, let you be my Michelle,

In this life all these of troubles, I know easy to fail,
But when us against 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 a queen, and they can see we a pair,

Soon as I get a full house, it'll be 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 more reason to home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I 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 your sights was aimed at,
Made that, money up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I saved that,

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

So let seat 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 hustlin' daily (J. daily),
You don't need to be stressin' that, (J. Holiday: baby),

I get 'n I know 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 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 gon' be ma first lady,

(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!