Luyện nghe bài hát J.U.M.P.

(George Clinton)
This is the story of

Funky monkey, monkey, gangster monkey
(Redman)

Yo yo, yo, yo
Watch out! I run New
Got blood on my wife undershirt, look
Hand to you 'bout half a gram
I'm a truckload, backin' in, dirt
Lock on target, your
Your I left stains up, gorilla paw prints
in garments, run out yo' apartment
Vampire, yo' garlic

I on the streets
(Gun jammin')
Y'all let's meet like Subway sandwiches
You have no
Crack heads furnish your homes like Ikea, here
Bricks, B R I C K
Where hoes put twelve size seven CK's
Who's the D O C
Carryin' clips for the agents in The

At the Awards on the podium
'Cause in school I hung with custodians
your door in
Fuck hot, I'm warpin', doc torturin' your

Jump, get up
All my in the house, stalk, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
All my in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up
All my in the house, stalk, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
All my in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up

Yo, I put a dollar in my
It's out from a mouth of a stripper
Back thang up, same slut
to hang up, now she brain up
I'm like yo, it!
(Yo)
Dick new shit throat lozenges
I'm off the hit
Hire security to start joggin' with, where your is

I on it! Stamp bricks on it
Take your street work, let your bitch it
I'm your next door tenant, strip you down
'Til your barefooted like Eric
Half my brain is experimentin'
Doc already before the X kick in
Yeah, I want my cut G-Money
Stickin' the Easter Bunny for sneaker

Now how many muh'fuckers out
Is make some noise
I tried see last night, had two bitches
Me last night, so I told to

Jump, get up
All my in the house, stalk, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my in the house, stalk, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up

All my in the house, stalk, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my in the house, stalk, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
All my in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up

The in the motherfuckin' mix
They call him Lip
The linguistic full metal jacket of ballistic
Shootin' off at the mouth without chap or a
He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper
Gorilla postal, verbally toxic

Metal pierced forked and point tongue
Dum-dums piled from gamblin' gorilla gums
on phonics, packin' a viscous vocabulary
Malicious malice and mayhem
a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin' to ya

Sup Brick
T.C., what it be
motherfucker!
You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the