Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i in town
Do like of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, those I polly
merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you them 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, pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug
You drinkin' old gold, that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Bowl
Send you a of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

[Chorus: Jim
So get your parachute, and row your boat
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your nigga, and get your parachute
Signal 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 learned my code from the set, I took my to the death
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 through Tana's
Thats where them grams be found, breeze through the side
And where they always reside, and so raw yay,
You know all boys be outside
With them sirens and guns, all the be outside,
And yes we scour the
You know our toys be outside, boy to ride,
thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that came crack
New boys shinin' man, New ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

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

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all
I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the
We with the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I juice that girl
good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a
alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse
Nigga i high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high i'm high
So high, so fly, by, oh why, oh my, and i dont know why
Whoaa...

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