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 show and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a sum

Youngest intercept di run
a carry 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 ex amount of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi strictly only high grade princess mi bun
Politician love push 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 'round me
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love and fret
And want every detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, don't forget
Well, is it me or is it hot to death
the Halfway Tree 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 closest to the Bob box set

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

All me and shoes and pants me bet
Say a nuff D.J. go starve to death
dem girl read 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 bounce 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 them putting some punks on over kill
Wid some everyday tune, I to build

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

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

And, anyhow you no pay di
Well, dem could a you a sligoville
You better mind how you use talent and skill
Till you hear man a bruk down your 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 Halfway Tree and it a dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you heard a dem
Dangerous nightlife dem

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

Keeping a 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 me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog a hefty sum

veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry feelings and 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 strictly 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 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 love bitch and
And want every little detail

Well, dem just believe 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 Tree C.D. and

D.J. a run on your mark, get set
And watch run to the record outlet
Tell me who C.D. do you they get
The one closest to the Bob 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 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 think get
The one closest to the Bob box set

So

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