Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, my role models
Rollin' old models, old schools
cold and goin' gold follows
Flower bearin', call it to the floor
Power sharin', it devils to the door
Power, power, 'til ain't no anymore
Flower, flowers, they be at the feet of my sun
a thousand 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 and was a killer
All bitch tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them
Her fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, me could she get inside
She at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the description
With a between her lips, she said, "Now here's my proposition:
You just write a bunch of for me and I'ma go and spit 'em
Then we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better 'em
Then we take 'em to the record store and 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, to a rapper
to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted for the streets
Said it might take 'bout a month, she it better take a week
Gave my arm a little and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the time, you don't gotta do it twice
But I need a lil' more info on exactly I write
Some 'bout a female, 'bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm like my life"
pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin'
Like that was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so sick to my
She was hangin' out the with that thumper she was dumpin'
Had a look upon her that made me think that 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 breathin'
And she was sittin' smokin' kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came
And us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

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

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

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

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

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