Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

[Intro: Joe
Let me make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's
Some dude's got wit me
there - I ain't care
Some see me creep
They all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my
I'm inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)

[Verse: Joe
Yes y'all the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of (but!)
Don't get it the gun is on me (now)
chick's wit her man frontin on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of freaks
One named Tasha, one named
One's diva'd out, her make-up tight
She got her heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains the way I like!
One's ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't bout cheating
Joey only go to her on weekends
Real real when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS
and learn, see us do this
Geeks new shit
Playboy I exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)

Busta Rhymes]
Can't stop won't
it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get
we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get
Joe Budden, Bus
we - ah get down
And we that
There's some hoes in house
some hoes in this house
Light that in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha
Bring that doe in this
Bring that doe in this
Where dem hoes in this
dem hoes in this house?
Where my at?

[Verse: Busta
Guess who's
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
You'll be black and blue up shit
And probably up your nose
bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit
I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all
infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes
Probably hold six in the and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where at

[Bridge: Joe
Let me just make statement
Loud and - Jersey's here
Some got problems wit me
Over there - I care
Some people see me
They mack all - that's alright
You know I slurp my
I'm clipped - kids aight

[Verse: Joe
Yes yes y'all who believe me?
Don't be it ain't this easy
All so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and spend they on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in I in fact
By myself, no one the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, fly and rap
If the rest of you is wack
I see dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you just the rap
now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee
The the music the bigger the ego
Fans suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the
I'm still hungry, I'm still
Y'all fade out, I'm just it cracking

Whoo! to fade]