Luyện nghe bài hát Half Way Tree

Okay, rememnber the
And one and two and bounce and
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 that walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon stage 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 sing strictly ex of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high princess mi bun
well 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 gold chain me neck
Me bun a pon di man weh love bitch and fret
And want every little intricate

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
It's the Halfway C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the outlet
me who C.D. do you think 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 fully loaded and one select
Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show the respect

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

Because dem can't me intellect
And boom dem can't bounce a check
Well, you better 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 where you used to chill
I know them putting punks on over kill
Wid some tune, I refuse to build

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

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

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

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

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

So just bounce, bounce, bounce me
Big man big and pickney
Feel no when 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 go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog a hefty sum

Youngest veteran di run
a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a true, him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz and you nuh get me none

Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade mi bun
Wha mi sing only high grade princess mi bun
Politician well love up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy 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 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 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 Swizz beat, fassy don't
Well, is it just me or is it hot to
It's the Halfway 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 they get
The one closest to the Bob box set

So

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