Luyện nghe bài hát Half Way Tree

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

It's like a stage 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.Gong what a sum

veteran intercept di run
Artist a feelings and tears 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 strictly ex of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing only high grade princess mi bun
Politician well love up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking mi gun

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

Well, dem just can't believe or dem accept
Jr.Gong and beat, fassy don't 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 to the Bob Marley box set

And boom and anyhow you nuh me yet
Well, chances are you soon go def
Me have a clip loaded and one select
Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show the Gong

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 me intellect
And dem can't even bounce a check
Well, you better your drinks pon a serviette
And gwon 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 ends you used to chill
I them putting some punks on over kill
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keeping a stage show and 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.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 Beats and you nuh get me none

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

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

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

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

So

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