Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Cavali mami
We feelin' scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat like the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fitted's touched tailored, joined by Taylors
On the yacht glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Bowl
Send you a of roses, we dun sold souls
toes, im so cold, my dough folds
Killa!

[Chorus:
So get your parachute, and row boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!

So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat
closed by the jets
I my code from the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet forty a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of
And rat roach infested, black po's in vests's
They stack impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found, breeze through the side
And where they reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be outside
With them sirens and guns, all the be outside, And yes we scour the slums
You our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' came from crack
New shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

[Chorus:
So get your parachute, and row boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your nigga, and get your parachute
Signal plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, call
that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the
We move the toon boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet
I wanna that girl
good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark is a waste
When spit in your face, quick get a tatse
Nigga i ride, how i drive, how i fly, sky, ha ha ha im hot
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i know why
Whoaa...

[Chorus:
So get parachute, and row your boat nigga
your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get parachute
your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!