Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns come around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, around
Jumpin' down, style, over 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' pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars,
fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Taylors
On the with glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin old gold
We in gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough
Killa!

Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on 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 them and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

So on road to success, I grew 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 this a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the of harlem
And rat infested, them black po's in vests's
They stack most impressive, through Tana's town
Thats where them be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where always reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all boys be outside
With sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we the slums
You know our toys be outside, boy to ride,
thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I Damn!

Jim Jones]
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 parachute
your 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, notta
I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie!
that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the
We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and 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 see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna that girl
good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
Y'all is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in face, quick get a tatse
i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high i'm high
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont why
Whoaa...

Jim Jones]
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 plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!