Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and 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, five drives, ten bars,
fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug
You old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

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

So on this road to success, I grew up in the o'y'all
Gettin 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
Cams from the wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, black po's in vests's
stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And they always reside, and so much raw yay,
You all them boys be outside
With them and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we the slums
You know our be outside, co-co boy to ride,
Five-hundred 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!

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

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all
I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be
Shoved in your for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and 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 juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a
Nigga i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high i'm high
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i know why
Whoaa...

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