Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in
Do like of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump 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)
for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
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, that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Rose
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold
toes, im so cold, my dough folds
Killa!

[Chorus: Jim
So get your parachute, and row your 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 plane, yes we get on them planes 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 by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I my oath to the death
I the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring
Cams from the wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in
They stack most impressive, ride through town
Thats where them be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where they reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all them boys be
With them sirens and guns, all the be outside,
And yes we the slums
You know our toys be outside, boy to ride,
Five-hundred thou on the
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
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 plane, yes we get on them 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!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, be
in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i skeet skeet
I juice that girl
good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i 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 dont why
Whoaa...

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