Luyện nghe bài hát Aloha

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

- Pleasure 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 they that I'm the shit,
say
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
Aloha, (Yeah!) I'm so fly,

1 - Fat Joe]
I'm supa fly, you can call me Missy's boo,
Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis of you,
All them college credits, you can throw them 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, other niggas is lame,
See you on the sidelines, to put you in the game,
Coca be the name, up in Diddy's house,
Pushed her through the door, set to show her the city 'bout,
a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off,
And just Bernie, me and my baby made-off
Hello!

- Pleasure P (Rico Love)]
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,
up a bunch of cash, make them 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!)

[Verse 2 - Rico
Try to me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
Fresh up off the porch on that and them tater chips,
Don't fuck with lames, 'cause they be on 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 Anita Baker shit!
Or you find me on the charts,
Or up in St. Barts European cars,
Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby Roll,
And she my baby mama 'cause them bitches flaw!
Ohhh, I'm what them bitches call,
A muthafuckin' pimp, pimpin' when I'm involved,
Hello!

- Pleasure 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,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them 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 haters see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of to spend my dough,
I'm down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic,
know it ain't trickin if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Chucks,
Louis boxers, got all the 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, must I remind
it in the air, watch her spread it like swine flu!
Haha, they say Joey on other shit,
And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my bitch!

[Chorus - P]
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 bunch of cash, make them 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!