Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns come around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I
Then merk-o from squalie, and Roberto 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 the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, drives, ten bars, fi-fi
fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fitted's touched tailored, joined by Taylors
On the yacht glocks, we sum thug sailors
You old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Bowl
Send you a of roses, we dun sold souls
toes, im so cold, my dough folds
Killa!

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

So on this road to success, I up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the
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 black po's in
stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found, through the broadway side
And they always 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, Five-hundred on the block
the ones we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that came crack
New shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

Jim]
So get parachute, and row your boat nigga
your 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 high Bo! Bo!

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, notta
I more fire, call coppers
Hear that, squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
in your mouth 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 of rude boys
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, good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in face, quick get a tatse
Nigga i ride, how i drive, how i fly, sky, ha ha ha im hot
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont why
Whoaa...

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