Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

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

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

So on road to success, I grew 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
from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black in vests's
They stack most impressive, through Tana's town
where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where always 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 the slums
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that from crack
New boys shinin' man, New ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

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

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, call
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, be
Shoved in your for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move the toon boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude
Move that, do that, juke girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i skeet skeet
I wanna juice girl
Grippin good, good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a
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...

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