Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, my role models
Rollin' old models, old schools
Flowin' cold and gold follows
Flower bearin', call it to the floor
Power sharin', it devils to the door
Power, power, 'til ain't no devils
Flower, flowers, they be at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold and was a killer
All dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter,
Walked up to my ride, asked me she get inside
She pointed at her so I properly replied
Told me, out in the streets, she ain't have no competition
And with me up on them beats, we shared the same description
a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here's my proposition:
You just write a of raps for me and I'ma go and spit 'em
we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em
Then we 'em to the record store and sell a couple million"

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, it happen

Tell me up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted for the streets
it might take 'bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don't gotta do it
But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I
Some details 'bout a female, 'bout your and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, them niggas started bussin'
Like boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," from zero to a hunnid
Now we from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin' out the with that thumper she was dumpin'
Had a look upon her face that made me think she was cummin'
We was swervin', the curb
And ditched the and started runnin'
Tried to jump a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and how we got overlooked
I was shook and hard
And she was sittin' there kush
Then we both started to glow, we around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light down
And us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how did it
From a to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I'm 'bout, the shit that I've been on
Yeah outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now the bitches?
Get intergalactic asses to clappin'
Break down some of candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could go back to trappin'
And who needs Atlanta you're on Saturn gettin' a lapdance
With a lit match in your hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I burn this shit up
Why you there just lookin', nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me how it work
I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be and I ain't in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah
I in no rush

Ayy I thought you rap, when'd you learn how to do that?
Then you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn't be on UFO
But I think I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never that I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot
But first thing's gon' be first, when we get back to earth
go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the
I see these other niggas, do it how they did it
Nigga goin' home, home!
From a to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, it happen
You can kill me, I care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do you wanna do.
Like I ain't 'bout to up on all this shit, you see this?
Like we jumpin' and shit.
You go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
nigga, just rap. No you can't, nigga, this is space.
You can't, that, we goin' home. DROGAS!