Luyện nghe bài hát Half Way Tree

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

It's like keeping a stage and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management walk 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 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 and you nuh get me none

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

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

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't
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 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 soon go def
Me have a fully loaded and one select
Fi any weh nuh want show the Gong respect

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

Because dem can't touch me
And dem can't even bounce a check
Well, you better rest your 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 to the ends where you used to chill
I them putting some punks on over kill
Wid everyday tune, I refuse to build

Now been 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 thug youths weh will
Wait dem lickle chumpas, dem have draw nil
Ah di same thug, ah thru dem windowsill

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

Well, it's from baby pram n to dem
We mics anywhere, we get a hold 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 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 woman and
Feel no pain di music hit me
Find all a weh fit me

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

Youngest 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 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
well 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 just believe or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to
It's the 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 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 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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