Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

Come let me you, man,
Relax, relax. (J. Holiday: From to DC, baby.)

J.
goin' down.
Come now, J. Holiday.
That's the reason I home, baby.

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

How you be lonely,
They really know me,
Comfortable as ever my hustle got us cozy,

lookin' rosy,
Bags to go G,
tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could ever me,

Success is a drug,
And I feel I'm 'bout 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 what they owe me,

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

You how the road be,
groupies on the sack,
But guess who's to give you the business.

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 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' 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 your in the air,
And while I presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

In this life all these of troubles, I it's easy to fail,
But when it's us 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, never a chair,

See in my stare, I ain't to scare,
Put a king with a queen, and can see we a pair,

Soon as I get a full house, it'll be to share,
All of the royalties and riches, just for 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 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, stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you me that I should saved that,

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

So let your 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' (J. Holiday: daily),
You need to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),

I get home 'n I know be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah),
You ain't mad at the 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,
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 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!