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 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.Gong what a 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 grade mi bun
Wha mi sing only high grade princess mi bun
well love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun down all object
Wid a raas claat gold chain 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 accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy 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

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 the Gong respect

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

Because dem can't me intellect
And boom dem can't bounce a check
Well, you better rest your pon a serviette
And gwon bounce around you bust 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 to chill
I know putting some punks on over kill
Wid everyday tune, I refuse to build

Now you've been waiting patiently 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 to kill
'Cause dem spar wid, a couple thug youths weh
Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have nil
Ah di same thug, ah climb thru dem

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

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

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

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

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

veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry feelings and 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 of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly high grade princess mi bun
Politician well love push up dem mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking mi gun

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

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

D.J. a run on your 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

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 Tree C.D. and cassette

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

So

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