Luyện nghe bài hát Half Way Tree

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

It's like keeping a stage 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 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 grade mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high princess mi bun
Politician well push up dem chest mi bun
loud rowdy talking interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun all material object
Wid a raas claat gold chain me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love and fret
And want little detail 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
It's the Halfway 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 weh nuh want show the Gong respect

All me shirt and and pants me bet
Say a nuff D.J. haffi go starve to
While dem girl about me on the Internet
But not their fault, don't get upset

Because dem can't touch me
And boom dem can't even bounce a
Well, you rest your drinks pon a serviette
And gwon bounce around 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 putting some punks on over kill
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to

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

You have some D.J. think dem to kill
'Cause dem wid, a couple thug youths weh will
till dem lickle chumpas, dem have draw nil
Ah di same thug, ah thru dem windowsill

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

Well, it's from baby pram n to 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
Ghetto youths, one fam, you heard a dem
Dangerous nightlife dem

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

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

Youngest veteran di run
a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a true, him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz and you nuh get me none

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

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

Well, dem just can't 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 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 can't believe or dem 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 outlet
Tell me who C.D. do you think get
The one to the Bob Marley box set

So

Bounce, bounce,
Bounce, bounce,
Bounce, bounce,
...