Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, and Roberto Cavali mami
We them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' pies, the cat went 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 with glocks, we sum thug
You drinkin' old gold, that old gold
We in gold, at the Rose 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 your nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your
your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!

So on road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the
I learned my code from the set, I my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet forty a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the of harlem
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 broadway
And where they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all boys be outside
them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, thou on the block
the when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up that, cookin' that came from crack
New shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

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

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, notta
I squeeze more fire, call
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be
Shoved in mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the toon boy, we shoot'em and boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude
Move that, do that, that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i skeet skeet
I juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, get a tatse
i ride, how i drive, how i fly, high sky, ha ha ha im hot
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont why
Whoaa...

Jim]
So get your parachute, and row your nigga
Signal plane, yes we get on them 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!