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 goin' go pon stage until me get me
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 and you nuh get me none

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 interest 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 love and fret
And want every detail intricate

Well, dem just 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 everybody run to the outlet
me who C.D. do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob box set

And boom and anyhow you nuh me yet
Well, chances are you might go def
Me have a clip fully loaded and one
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 read about me on the Internet
But it's not their fault, don't get

Because dem touch me intellect
And boom dem even bounce a check
Well, you better rest your pon a serviette
And gwon bounce around until you bust a

Just bounce, bounce,

Just bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

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

Now you've been waiting until boom
A me name Jr.Gong and still,
Ridin' a and you can't stand still, boom
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 thug, ah climb thru dem windowsill

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

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

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

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

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

Youngest 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 love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud talking interest mi gun

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

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

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 to the Bob Marley box set

Well, dem just can't believe or dem accept
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 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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