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, Kriss Kross, around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the lives
Ten halves, pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
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 Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough
Killa!

Jim]
So get your parachute, and row your boat
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 your
your plane, yes we get on them 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 closed by the
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 in vests's
They stack most impressive, 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 scour the
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the
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 York's ryder man, look how I Damn!

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

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all notta
I more fire, call coppers
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be
in your 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 of rude boys
that, do that, juke that 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, pimpin good, livin' good, is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a
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 dont 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 row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!