Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

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

[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 row your boat nigga, and get your 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 grew up in the boat
Gettin by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this a ring
Cams the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in
stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
Thats where them be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where always reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all them boys be
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 on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, them bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New ryder 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 parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, notta
I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for all the fuck-a-ree
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 wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet
I wanna juice that
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, i spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, 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...

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