Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump
Jumpin' down, style, over those I polly
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 like the lives
Ten halves, pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck
On the yacht with glocks, we sum sailors
You old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun souls
toes, im so cold, my dough folds
Killa!

[Chorus: Jim
So get your parachute, and row your boat
Signal plane, yes we get on them planes 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 them 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 my code from the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet forty a ring
from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in
stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found, breeze through the side
And they always reside, and so much raw yay,
You all them boys be outside
them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we the slums
You our toys 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 that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

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

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all 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 and move boy
Yes you could say we are the of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna juice girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i clips is a waste
alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse
Nigga i 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 boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!