Luyện nghe bài hát Jettin'

We jettin, we jettin, we uptown
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin
We jettin, we jettin, we jettin, we
We uptown (uptown)
We downtown (downtown)
We crosstown
We jettin all
No wonder, no wonder, 8th wonder, 8th 's

I live like year 24 for sure
Sul c-notes in my skirt(?)
And the kick hurts so good I gotta sorta accents for this
Now a nation for my
Nation cuz I you on the dynomite
The creamin' to schemin' to get it
Right almighty dolla
The green power, let loose for the
I the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper
And you know I delay
Together with my honey like to sew
We grow and you back to like afros
And no or gettin jumped by the system
Its all day, all play got verbs and
And cuts and crew, no eyes
To emulate, some straight but yea we up

Ease back, the g's back as an o.d.

The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad

East to west we stays fresh

Smoke from the borrough where that black cool blow(?)

The globe spins, is drop
No fakin, no three bridges fo money makin
Crooklyn, the ep swinger's spot
when I pass lake up drop my saz
Grab my mic-ro, you how we do in the joint
Do a borrough check to see exactly who in the
Hot spots, streets lot spots and jeeps
As a flow-er I'm Nile, of style
(fresh kid)
Yea, stories
(fresh kid)
on them New York streets
With them beats at the Parliaments
7s up steelo no equal, but the sun and thats

Ease back, the g's is as an o-d gettin

The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad

East coast to west we stays I say

Smoke rise from the borrogh where that black cool

Its that naykle slick near keep it deep my heads
Let a fed up, in my camulflage
My walk's in New York
Su fronts say Gucci we lucci, and never hesitaste the setting
Slap hands my hands from the lands of Crook
Bein lovely over jams on the flams with hook
muffs, wear cush, its Flatbush
Hear the instramental cuz it's ash to dust
I like to hit live deep, fam tight tight
Keep the vocal strictly any joint, right
Let me fly
back, the g's back with the r
Sun is in, the on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four
My heros in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm eyein
And I rock snow low unless a got
Me and my honey, we be Bobby and Erica
Me and my monies, we'll you boulevard and
One love, gun love come the land with us
Pigs cannot shoot this plush and creamy lavishnuss
Before I pop I'd rather die in baggy and Timbs
And I put that on the BKLYN and

Ease back the g's back as an o.d.

The sun sets, you vex, we mad

East to west we stays fresh and we do it on the

Smoke rise from the borrogh where the black cool

We jettin, we jettin, we jettin