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 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, (Yeah!) I'm so fly,

1 - Fat Joe]
I'm supa dupa fly, you can me Missy's boo,
Pull up in the SLR, have all the sick of you,
All them college credits, you can throw them away,
You gonna 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 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 show her the city 'bout,
Touched a couple blocks, got the and skate off,
And like Bernie, me and my baby made-off
Hello!

[Chorus - 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,
Throw up a bunch of cash, make 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 me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
Fresh up off the on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips,
fuck 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 Baker shit!
Or you could me on the charts,
Or up in St. racing European cars,
Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby Roll,
And she my baby mama 'cause other bitches flaw!
Ohhh, I'm them other bitches call,
A muthafuckin' pimp, pimpin' when I'm involved,
Hello!

[Chorus - P]
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 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!

3 - Fat Joe]
Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of to spend my dough,
I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm a shopaholic,
Whatcha know it trickin if you really got it!
Louis scarfs, frames, Louis Chucks,
Louis boxers, got all the she wants, yeahhhhh!
And you got nothin' for us,
Millions on the tourin' and the crib got a mortgage,
Yes I'm the man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air, her spread it like swine flu!
Haha, they say Joey on other shit,
And if that bitch start up, I go and grab my other bitch!

[Chorus - P]
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,
up a bunch 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!