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 stage show and want the 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.Gong a hefty sum

Youngest 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 Beats and you nuh get me none

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

Well, dem just can't or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't
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
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 have a fully loaded and one select
Fi any weh nuh want show the Gong respect

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

Because dem touch me intellect
And boom dem can't bounce a check
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 used to
And return to the ends you used to chill
I know them putting some punks on over
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to

Now you've been 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 D.J. think dem shoot to kill
'Cause dem spar wid, a thug youths weh will
Wait till dem chumpas, dem have draw nil
Ah di same thug, ah climb dem windowsill

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

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

Well, it's roots and branches, and stems
A di Halfway Tree and it a dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you never a dem
nightlife observer dem

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

Keeping a stage show and want the place fi
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 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 grade mi bun
Politician well love up dem chest mi bun
loud rowdy talking interest mi gun

Now mi fi bun down all material object
Wid a raas claat gold chain me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and
And want little 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. 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, 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
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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