Luyện nghe bài hát Half Way Tree

Okay, the breif
And one and two and bounce and
And bounce, bounce, bounce,
Bounce, bounce,
Bounce, bounce,

It's like keeping a stage show and want the fi done
Wha you do call my management walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong a hefty sum

veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry and tears a run
Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob son
How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me

Wha mi sing ex amount of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high grade mi bun
Politician love push up dem chest mi bun
loud rowdy talking interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun down all material
Wid a raas gold chain 'round me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love and fret
And want every detail intricate

Well, dem just believe or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and beat, fassy don't forget
Well, is it me or is it hot to death
It's the Halfway C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on mark, get set
And watch run to the record outlet
me who C.D. do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob box set

And boom and you nuh feel me yet
Well, chances are you might go def
Me a clip fully loaded and one select
Fi any weh nuh want show the Gong respect

All me and shoes and pants me bet
Say a nuff D.J. haffi go starve to
dem girl read about me on the Internet
But it's not their fault, get upset

Because dem touch me intellect
And boom dem can't bounce a check
Well, you better rest drinks pon a serviette
And gwon bounce until you bust a sweat

Just bounce, bounce,

Just bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

So return to di venues you used to
And return to the ends where you to chill
I know them putting some punks on over
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to

Now been waiting patiently until boom
A me Jr.Gong and still, boom
Ridin' a bounce and you can't stand still,
See it deh now your drinks a

You have some D.J. dem shoot to kill
'Cause dem spar wid, a thug youths weh will
Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem draw nil
Ah di same thug, ah climb dem windowsill

And, anyhow you no pay di
Well, dem could a find you a
You better mind how you use your and skill
Till you hear man a bruk down burglar grill

Well, it's baby pram n to Stroller dem
We rock anywhere, we get a hold a dem
Wid di Muffin looking over, we dem
read out all mi portfolio dem

Well, it's roots and branches, and stems
A di Tree and it a murder dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you heard a dem
Dangerous nightlife dem

So just bounce, bounce, bounce me
Big man big and pickney
Feel no pain when di hit me
all a gyal weh fit me

Keeping a stage and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management that wid 50 gun
Wha mi do, nah go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog what a sum

Youngest intercept di run
a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a true, him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Beats and you nuh get me none

Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high grade mi bun
Politician well love up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun all material object
Wid a raas gold chain 'round me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man weh bitch and fret
And want every detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't
Well, is it me or is it hot to death
the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. a run on your mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record
me who C.D. do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob box set

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't
Jr.Gong and beat, fassy don't forget
Well, is it me or is it hot to death
the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. a run on your mark, get set
And watch run to the record outlet
Tell me who C.D. do you think get
The one closest to the Bob box set

So

Bounce, bounce,
Bounce, bounce,
Bounce, bounce,
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