Luyện nghe bài hát Aloha

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

[Chorus - P (Fat Joe)]
I ain't gotta lie, so 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,
Because they that I'm the shit,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (Yeah!) I'm so fly,

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

- Pleasure P (Rico Love)]
I ain't 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 of cash, make them bitches do the splits,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!)
Because they that I'm the shit,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (It's Love!) I'm so fly!
(Turn the on!)

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

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

[Verse 3 - Fat
Now tell me why haters wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of to spend my dough,
I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm a shopaholic,
Whatcha know it ain't if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Chucks,
boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh!
And you got nothin' for us,
Millions on the 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 like flu!
Haha, they say 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 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!