Luyện nghe bài hát My Jewel

Just like that, boy

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

(Birdman)

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

(Birdman)

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

(Birdman)

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

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where niggas cards and choppers get pulled out
you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the
is my life (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper plates on the (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, I come through
paint, black seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm on the low though
In the big-body
the four bar logo
Smokin' purple kush up
In a damn splif high as
mothafucka dare drift
that some damn shit
And it's though
But it ain't like I'm you
Something that you ain't knew
So get it twisted like a noodle
put one in your noodle
And leave a nigga
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

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

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
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 bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline you
Smoke fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' a pacer
Blue and mirror, that's my Indiana placer
Black with the red beam, my trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking blaze you
Don't no bitch
And that's on I own
But I swear nigga love strap I ever owned
Black to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight shit, I match my four-door Porsche

(Birdman)

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

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