Luyện nghe bài hát Aloha

[Intro - Rico (Fat Joe)]
Hello...
(Coca)
Aloha...
(Cribs Mania)
Love...
(Yeah)
Turn the on!

[Chorus - P (Fat Joe)]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, .40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make bitches do the splits,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because know that I'm the shit,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (Yeah!) I'm so fly,

[Verse 1 - Fat
I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me boo,
Pull up in the SLR, all the mamis sick of you,
All them college credits, you can them things away,
You ain't be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose!
Heyy, hello, hello, aloha,
I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot, so not,
Shiiiit, them other is lame,
See you on the sidelines, to put you in the game,
Coca be the name, party's up in house,
Pushed her the door, set to show her what the city 'bout,
Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and off,
And just like Bernie, me and my made-off
Hello!

- Pleasure P (Rico Love)]
I gotta lie, so don't even trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, .40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make bitches do the splits,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!)
Because they know I'm the shit,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (It's Love!) I'm so fly!
(Turn the on!)

2 - Rico Love]
Try to me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them chips,
Don't fuck with lames, they be on that hater shit,
If you got a problem me go ahead and say that shit!
I'm scuba-divin' in trick,
Put the mic down, I'm on that Baker shit!
Or you find me on the charts,
Or up in St. Barts European cars,
"FUCK THE LAW" in by baby mama Roll,
And she my baby mama 'cause them other flaw!
Ohhh, I'm what them other call,
A muthafuckin' pimp, pimpin' when I'm involved,
Hello!

- Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so even trip,
I'm fly, you know that I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, .40 on my hip,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make bitches do the splits,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because they know I'm the shit,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, I'm so fly!

[Verse 3 - Fat
Now tell me why these wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm out of ways to spend my dough,
I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm a shopaholic,
know it ain't trickin if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Chucks,
boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh!
And you ain't got for us,
on the tourin' and the crib ain't got a mortgage,
Yes I'm the rain man, I remind you?
Throw it in the air, watch her spread it swine flu!
Haha, say Joey on some other shit,
And if that bitch start up, I go and grab my other bitch!

[Chorus - P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't trip,
I'm super-duper fly, you know I'm the shit,
220 on the dash, .40 on my hip,
up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Because know that I'm the shit,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, I'm so fly!