Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i in town
Do like of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto 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 the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars,
That's thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fitted's touched tailored, 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
toes, im so cold, my dough folds
Killa!

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

So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat
closed by the jets
I learned my code the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet forty a ring
from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in
They stack 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
them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the slums
You know our be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I Damn!

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

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, coppers
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper 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
that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I juice that 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 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, by, oh why, oh my, and i dont know why
Whoaa...

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