Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't come around, pound i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over I polly
Then merk-o squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fitted's touched tailored, joined by Chuck
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug
You old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Bowl
you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

[Chorus:
So get parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!

So on this road to success, I grew up in the o'y'all
closed by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I took my to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this a ring
Cams the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black in vests's
stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found, breeze the broadway side
And where they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be
With them and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside, 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 that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

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

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all
I squeeze fire, call coppers
that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for 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 wanna see her, i wanna skeet
I wanna juice that
Grippin good, good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (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 know why
Whoaa...

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