Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns come around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, style, over those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto mami
We feelin' scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' pies, the cat went 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, by Chuck Taylors
On the with glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old
We in rose gold, at the Rose
you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough
Killa!

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

So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat
Gettin closed by the
I my code from the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet forty a ring
from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat infested, them black po's in vests's
They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's
Thats them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And they always reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all boys be outside
them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we scour the
You know our toys be outside, boy to ride,
Five-hundred on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin bow's for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, 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 row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta
I more fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, squeeze, yeah 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 wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i skeet skeet
I wanna juice that
Grippin good, pimpin good, good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i clips is a waste
When spit in your face, quick get a tatse
Nigga i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high i'm high
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont why
Whoaa...

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