Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do like of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, be pipin' 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 sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old
We in gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough
Killa!

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

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

[Chorus:
So get parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get 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 fire, call coppers
Hear that, squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the toon boy, we 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 see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a
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 know why
Whoaa...

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