Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in
Do House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' gucci's booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be five pies, the cat went 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 Chuck
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old
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 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
your 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 closed by the
I learned my from the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of
And rat roach infested, them po's in vests's
They stack most impressive, through Tana's town
Thats them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where always reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all them be outside
With them and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we scour the
You our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride,
thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I Damn!

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

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all
I squeeze more fire, coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be
Shoved in your 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 girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna juice girl
good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark is a waste
When alcoholics spit in face, quick get a tatse
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 know why
Whoaa...

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