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.
That's the reason I home, baby.

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

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

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

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

These walls talk,
They would say how don't know me,

on the road,
No home could hold 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 matters what owe me,

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

You know how the be,
groupies on the sack,
But who's back to give 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,

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

In life all these of troubles, I know it's easy to fail,
But when us against the world, me and you like "oh yeah",

It'll take a lot of hustlin', it's to tell,
That I am on the hustle, never seein' a chair,

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

as I get a full house, it'll be easy to share,
All of the royalties and riches, for keepin' 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 that you used to say that,

Maibach, wasn't something that sights was aimed at,
that, money stacked up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I saved that,

that somethin', we grind to get stacks,
As as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax),

So let your back, and let's repeat track,
Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we chill 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 'n I know you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah),
You mad at the money I'm chasin',

And you know that ma 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 you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One more to come home,
Off the streets,
when I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

Come let me you, man,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily,
But you always be ma first 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!