Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just like that, boy

Y'all me
Bigger than (crazy)
understand 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
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Harley bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a sell
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, fuck the
the money, fuck who tells
Make the
Flip the
Nigga show and (yeah)
the bottom
Where the at
Hit the switch
Where the roaches
Bounce back, hella
More stacks, out the
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I her right
the floor, no ceilings
What a hella
Harley Davis is a bike
Eleven-hundred,
every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush
Leather so soft, nigga do it any
Fly in any
in any weather
Shine in any (brrat)

(Birdman)

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

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the of the projects
Where niggas pull cards and choppers get out
you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue like we at the harbor
is my life (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On 2011 shit, when I come through
Black paint, seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the four-door
the four bar logo
Smokin' purple rolled up
In a damn splif getting as
mothafucka dare drift
that some damn shit
And it's though
But it ain't I'm telling you
that you ain't knew though
So get it twisted like a noodle
I'll put one in noodle
And a nigga twisted
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

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

(Young Jeezy)

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

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, mothafucka
yo self
Private mothafucka
Yo, we a luxury life
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
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 summer we