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 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 stage until me get me
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a sum

Youngest 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 Beats and you nuh get me none

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

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

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

D.J. race a run on mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record
me who C.D. do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob 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 the Gong respect

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

Because dem can't me intellect
And boom dem can't bounce a check
Well, you better rest your drinks pon a
And gwon around until you bust a sweat

Just bounce, bounce,

Just bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

Bounce, bounce,

So return to di venues you to fill
And return to the ends where you used to
I know them some punks on over kill
Wid some everyday tune, I to build

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 drinks a spill

You some D.J. think dem shoot to kill
'Cause dem spar wid, a couple 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 talent and
Till you hear man a down your burglar grill

Well, it's baby pram n to Stroller dem
We rock mics anywhere, we get a 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 Halfway Tree and it a dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you heard a dem
nightlife observer dem

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

Keeping a stage and want the place fi done
Wha you do my management that walk wid 50 gun
Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog a hefty sum

Youngest intercept di run
Artist a feelings 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 high sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly high grade princess mi bun
Politician well love push up dem mi bun
Certain loud talking interest mi gun

Now mi fi bun down all material object
Wid a raas claat gold 'round me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love 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 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 Tree 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

So

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