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 I come home, baby.

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

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

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

as Obama,
All the was the old me,

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

on the road,
No home could ever 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',
Voice 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,
groupies 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,
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 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 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 breakin' a sweat, put your in the air,
And while I ride presidential, 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', easy 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,

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 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.

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

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

So let your seat back, and let's 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 need to be that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),

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

And you know that ma crazy,
But you gon' be ma first 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 more reason to 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 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!