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 reason I home, baby.

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

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

Bottles rosy,
Bags to go G,
Poppin' while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could ever me,

is like a drug,
And I feel like I'm 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 what owe me,

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

You how the road be,
hoppin' 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 more reason to home,
Off the streets,
Girl 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 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 presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

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

It'll take a lot of hustlin', easy to tell,
That I am always on the hustle, never 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, 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 gon' go home, and let me get mine,
One reason to come 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, 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 somethin', we grind to get stacks,
As soon as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. relax, relax),

So let your seat back, and repeat track,
Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we chill we see the black 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. yeah yeah),
You mad at the money I'm chasin',

And you know ma lifestyle's crazy,
But you always gon' be ma first lady, (J. Holiday: Woo!).

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

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