Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali
We feelin' scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's 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, drives, ten bars, fi-fi
fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck
On the yacht glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin old gold
We in rose gold, at the Rose
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun 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 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 planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

So on this road to success, I up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the
I learned my code from the set, I my oath to the death
I risked the to bing, I bet this forty a ring
Cams 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 where grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where they reside, and so much raw yay,
You all them boys be outside
With sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we the slums
You our toys be outside, co-co 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 that, cookin' that came 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 row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
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 more fire, call coppers, squalie!
that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for all the fuck-a-ree
We move the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you say we are the Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, 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 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 parachute
Signal plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!