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 from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
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
fifty-five 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 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 your parachute, and row your 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 your plane, yes we get on 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 by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a
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 them grams be found, through the broadway side
And where they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them be outside
With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the
You know our toys be outside, boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the
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 planes and fly
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 high Bo! Bo!

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all
I squeeze more fire, call
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 say we are the Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna 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 is a waste, when i spark clips 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...

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