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,

like keeping a stage show and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong a hefty sum

Youngest veteran di run
Artist a carry and tears 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 amount of grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly 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 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, fassy forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to
the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on mark, get set
And watch run to the record 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 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. go starve to death
While dem girl 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 drinks pon a serviette
And gwon bounce 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 know them putting some punks on kill
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to

Now you've waiting patiently until boom
A me Jr.Gong and still, boom
Ridin' a bounce and you stand still, boom
See it deh now your drinks a

You have some D.J. think dem shoot to
'Cause dem spar wid, a couple youths weh will
Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have nil
Ah di same thug, ah 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 baby n to Stroller dem
We mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem
Wid di looking 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
Dangerous observer dem

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

Keeping a stage show and want the 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.Gog what a sum

Youngest veteran di run
Artist a carry feelings and a run
Say you know, say a true, him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me

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

Now mi fi bun down all material object
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 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
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 think get
The one closest to the Bob box set

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

D.J. race a run on mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record
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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