Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali
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 drinkin' old gold, rockin that old
We in gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

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

[Chorus: Jim
So get your parachute, and row your boat
Signal your plane, yes we get on 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 planes and fly
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, liars, y'all notta
I more fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the
We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of boys
Move that, do that, that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, 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 your face, quick get a
Nigga i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high i'm
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont why
Whoaa...

Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row your nigga
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!