Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, those I polly
Then from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' gucci's booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, (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
fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fitted's touched tailored, joined by Chuck
On the yacht with glocks, we sum 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 folds
Killa!

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

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

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 your row boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on 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 boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of boys
Move that, do that, juke 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, shit is good, test me, see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, 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 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 your
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!