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 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 veteran di run
Artist a carry feelings and 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 strictly 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 all material object
Wid a raas claat gold chain me neck
Me bun a pon di man weh love bitch and fret
And want every detail intricate

Well, dem just believe or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and beat, fassy 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 everybody run to the record outlet
me who C.D. do you think they get
The one to the Bob Marley box set

And boom and you nuh feel me yet
Well, are you might soon go def
Me a clip 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
While dem girl read me on the Internet
But it's not their fault, get upset

Because dem touch me intellect
And boom dem can't even a check
Well, you rest 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 you used to fill
And return to the ends you used to chill
I know putting some punks on over kill
Wid some everyday tune, I to build

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

You have some D.J. dem shoot to kill
'Cause dem spar wid, a thug youths weh will
Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have nil
Ah di thug, ah climb thru dem windowsill

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

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

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

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

Keeping a stage and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management that wid 50 gun
Wha mi do, nah go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog 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 Swizz and you nuh get me none

Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high princess mi bun
Politician love push up dem chest mi bun
loud rowdy talking 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 bitch and fret
And want every little detail

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 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

Well, dem just believe or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy forget
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 everybody 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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