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, jump
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat 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 of roses, we dun sold souls
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 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 like Bo! Bo!

So on this to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the
I the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring
Cams the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them po's in vests's
They stack most impressive, ride Tana's town
Thats where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway
And where they reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all boys be outside
With sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we scour the
You our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride,
Five-hundred thou on the
the ones when we on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that from crack
New boys man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

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 high Bo! Bo!

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta
I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, be
Shoved in your mouth for 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, that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i skeet skeet
I wanna juice girl
Grippin good, good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, 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...

[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 your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!