Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just that, baby boy

Y'all me
Bigger life (crazy)
Y'all me? (yeah)
The sun do
me (yeah)
Dolla (yeah)
(yeah)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the five
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Birdman)

Bounce back,
Fuck, in a nigga sell
I'm hell doing swell
the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, fuck who
the money
Flip the
Nigga and tell (yeah)
From the
Where the at
Hit the light
the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella
More stacks, out the
To a bus mill stack (yeah)
So she me
So I fuck her
From the floor, no
What a hella
Harley is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred,
every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush
so soft, nigga do it any weather
Fly in any
in any weather
Shine in any (brrat)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the of the projects
Where pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the
This is my (life)
A ghetto dream come
plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On some shit, when I come through
Black paint, black
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the big-body
With the four bar
Smokin' purple rolled up
In a damn splif high as
mothafucka dare drift
Ain't that some damn
And it's though
But it like I'm telling you
Something you ain't knew though
So don't get it like a noodle
put one in your noodle
And leave a twisted
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private mothafucka
See, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley Davis
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He no fool
Bitch 'bout his bag
droppin head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back with the mag (yeah)
him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline
Fuck the hollow we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a
and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll trail blaze you
Don't love no
And that's on I own
But I swear nigga love every strap I ever
Black head to toe the Louis V. holster
gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
up the food
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
yo self
Private mothafucka
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., pearl
Harley Davis
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
star and nigga life (brrat)

Yeah, I see you
Yeah, OG
That
Pay man
010, yeah, every we shine