Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

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

Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row your boat
your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal 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
Gettin closed by the
I learned my code from the set, I my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of
And rat roach infested, them po's in vests's
They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's
Thats where them be found, breeze through the broadway side
And they always reside, and so much raw yay,
You all them boys be outside
With them sirens and guns, all the be outside,
And yes we the slums
You know our toys be outside, boy to ride,
thou 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 from crack
New shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

[Chorus: Jim
So get your parachute, and row 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!

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all notta
I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the
We with the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the of rude boys
Move that, do that, that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark is a waste
When alcoholics in your face, quick get a tatse
i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high i'm high
So high, so fly, by, oh why, oh my, and i dont know why
Whoaa...

Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row your boat
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 and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!