Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in
Do like House of Pain, Kross, jump around
down, stuntin style, over those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali
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, five drives, ten bars,
That's thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old
We in rose gold, at the Rose
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

Jim]
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 boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

So on this road to success, I up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I took my to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this a ring
Cams the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black 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 noise be outside, And yes we scour the
You know our be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the block
the ones when we on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that from crack
New shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

[Chorus:
So get parachute, and row your 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 like Bo! Bo!

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, notta
I squeeze more fire, coppers
Hear that, squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We with the toon boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you say we are the Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I juice that girl
Grippin good, good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, i spark clips is a waste
alcoholics 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, by, oh why, oh my, and i dont know why
Whoaa...

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