Luyện nghe bài hát Half Way Tree

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

It's like keeping a show and want the place 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

Youngest intercept di run
Artist a feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob son
How him get a Swizz and you nuh get me none

Wha mi sing ex amount of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly high grade princess mi bun
well love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain rowdy talking interest mi gun

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

Well, dem just can't or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't
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 everybody run to the outlet
Tell me who C.D. do you they get
The one to the Bob Marley box set

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

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

dem can't touch me intellect
And boom dem can't even a check
Well, you rest your drinks pon a serviette
And bounce around 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 on over kill
Wid some tune, I refuse to build

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

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

And, you no pay di bill
Well, dem a find you a sligoville
You better how you use your talent and skill
Till you hear man a bruk down your burglar

Well, it's from pram n to Stroller dem
We rock mics anywhere, we get a a dem
Wid di Muffin over, we shoulder dem
Better read out all mi dem

Well, it's roots and branches, and stems
A di Halfway Tree and it a dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you never a dem
nightlife observer dem

So just bounce, bounce, wit' me
Big man big and pickney
Feel no pain di music hit me
Find all a weh fit me

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

Youngest veteran di run
Artist a carry feelings and 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 strictly ex amount of high sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high princess mi bun
well love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking mi gun

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

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
It's the Tree C.D. and cassette

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

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

D.J. race a run on mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the 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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