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 stage show and want the place fi
Wha you do call my management that wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon stage until me get me
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a sum

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

Wha mi strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi strictly only high grade princess mi bun
Politician well push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud talking interest mi gun

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

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
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 think get
The one closest to the Bob box set

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

All me shirt and 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, don't get

Because dem touch me intellect
And boom dem can't even bounce a
Well, you better rest your drinks pon a
And gwon bounce around until you a sweat

Just bounce, bounce,

Just bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

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

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

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

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

Well, from 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, sticks and
A di Halfway and it a murder dem
youths, one fam, you never heard a dem
Dangerous observer dem

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

Keeping a stage and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my 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 true, him a Bob Marley 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 strictly only high grade princess mi bun
Politician love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking mi gun

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

Well, dem can't 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 C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on 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 can't 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 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 they get
The one to the Bob Marley box set

So

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