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 stealin' them booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, (hoochie)
for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with glocks, we sum sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old
We in rose gold, at the Rose
Send you a of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

Jim Jones]
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
your plane, yes we get on them planes 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 my code from the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a
from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat infested, them black po's in vests's
They stack impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where they reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all them boys be
them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we scour the
You know our be outside, co-co boy to ride,
thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the
Look i came up from that, cookin' came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I Damn!

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

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, coppers, squalie!
Hear that, squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the tune boy, we and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude
that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet
I juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
kids 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...

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