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 stage show and the place fi done
Wha you do my management that walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a 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 Beats and you nuh get me none

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

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

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. 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

And and anyhow you nuh feel 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 Gong

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

Because dem touch me intellect
And dem can't even bounce a check
Well, you rest your drinks pon a serviette
And bounce around until 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 used to
I them putting 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
a bounce and you can't stand still, boom
See it deh now your a spill

You have some D.J. think dem shoot to
'Cause dem spar wid, a couple youths weh will
till 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 better how you use your talent and skill
Till you hear man a down your burglar grill

Well, it's from baby 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, it's and branches, sticks and stems
A di Tree and it a murder dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you never a dem
Dangerous observer dem

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

Keeping a stage show and want the 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 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 well love push up dem mi bun
Certain loud rowdy interest mi gun

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

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, don't 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 closest to the Bob box set

Well, dem can't 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 Halfway Tree C.D. and

D.J. a run on your mark, get set
And everybody run to the record outlet
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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