Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

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

[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 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 this 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 to bing, I bet this forty a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in
They stack impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where them be found, breeze through the broadway side
And they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be outside
them sirens and guns, all the noise 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 on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i up from that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

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

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all notta
I squeeze fire, call coppers
that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the
We with the toon boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the of rude boys
that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna juice girl
Grippin good, good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a would (aye)
kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics in your face, quick 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 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 like Bo! Bo!