Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

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

Relax, relax,
(J. Holiday: go, whoo!)

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

Bottles rosy,
meant to go G,
Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' Adobee,

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No could ever hold 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',
matters what they owe me,

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

You know how the be,
hoppin' on the sack,
But guess who's back to you the business.

J.
I'm in the streets, on ma' grind,
You got me, and we shine,
I know you gon' 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.

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 still to appear.

You breakin' a sweat, put your feet in the air,
And I ride presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

In this all these of troubles, I know it's easy to fail,
But it's us against 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, seein' 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, be easy to share,
All of the and riches, just 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 more to come home,
Off the streets,
when I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

We the life, and this is payback,
For the days that you to say that,

Maibach, wasn't that your sights was aimed at,
Made that, stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I should 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 back, and let's repeat track,
in the sun up, 'n we chill 'til we see the black c'mon,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily (J. Holiday: daily),
You don't need to be stressin' that, baby (J. baby),

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

And you know that ma crazy,
But you always gon' be ma lady, yeah (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 reason to come home,
Off the streets,
Girl when I home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

Come let me you, man,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' 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!