Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

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

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

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, him send a couple beats
Not "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the streets
Said it might take 'bout a month, she said it take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw thing the first time, you don't gotta do it twice
But I need a lil' more on exactly what I write
Some details 'bout a female, 'bout life and what you like"
She said, "My is like a bitch, and I'm just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah niggas started bussin'
Like that was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so to my stomach
She was hangin' out the window that thumper she was dumpin'
Had a look upon her face that made me think she was cummin'
We was swervin', jumped the
And ditched the whip and 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 breathin'
And she was sittin' there smokin'
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 got the money, already got the bitches
I see other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a
to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that I've been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but a bitch feel right at home
Now where the
Get them intergalactic to clappin'
Break some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I never go back to trappin'
And who needs Atlanta when you're on Saturn a lapdance
With a lit in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I burn this shit up
Why you standin' there just lookin', nigga? Turn that up
Hop in some of this pussy, let me know how it work
I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be there and I ain't in no
Nah, nigga, nah
I ain't in no

Ayy I thought you rap, when'd you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn't be in this ho
If you me from the jump we wouldn't be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, a key so I can try it
thought that I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot
But first thing's gon' be first, when we get back to that
I'ma go back to raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see these other niggas, do it how they did it
Nigga we're home, home!
a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it
You can me, I don't care—No!

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