Luyện nghe bài hát Relax

Shit.

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

J.
It's down.
here now, J. Holiday.
That's the reason I home, baby.

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

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

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

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could hold me,

Success is 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 exactly where I'm gon' be,

You how the road be,
hoppin' on the sack,
But guess 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 reason to home,
Off the streets,
when 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 ain't 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 while I ride presidential, let you be my Michelle,

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

take a lot of hustlin', it's easy to tell,
That I am always on the hustle, never a chair,

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

Soon as I get a house, it'll 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 you gon' go down home, and let me get mine,
One more 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 your sights was at,
Made that, money up enough to pay that,
May stacks, but you told me that I saved that,

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

So let your seat back, and let's track,
Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we 'til we see the black c'mon,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily (J. Holiday: daily),
You need to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: 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 that ma lifestyle's crazy,
But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah (J. Woo!).

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,
when I come home,
Off ma grind,
Relax, relax, relax.

Come let me you, man,

In the streets 'n I'm daily,
But you always be ma first lady, yeah

(J. Holiday: Yoa got a in the building.).
Oh yeah,
(J. Holiday: Chamillionaire, up, baby?)
it away, Jay.

J.
Yeah,
relax,
No, no no no no,
Go!