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 I come home, baby.

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

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

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

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could hold me,

is like a drug,
And I feel like I'm to OD,

Nah, you run around,
like 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 they just some and you know that you were OG,
After o'clock you know where I'm gon' be,

You know how the 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 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' like it 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 leavin' 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 while I presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,

In this life all these of troubles, I know 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,
I am always 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,

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

We livin' the life, and is payback,
For the days 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 should that,

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

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

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

I get home 'n I know be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah),
You mad at the money I'm chasin',

And you that ma lifestyle's 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 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.

Come let me you, man,

In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily,
But you gon' be ma first lady, yeah

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

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