Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, my role models
Rollin' old models, old schools
Flowin' cold and goin' follows
Flower bearin', call it petals to the
Power sharin', call it devils to the
Power, power, 'til ain't no anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin' at the of my sun
Move a thousand miles per down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a
All dope 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, asked me she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't have no
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the description
With a blunt her lips, she said, "Now here's my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and go and spit 'em
we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em
Then we take 'em to the record store and sell a million"

I already got the money, 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

me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the streets
Said it might 'bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don't do it twice
But I a lil' more info 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, them niggas started bussin'
Like that was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from to a hunnid
Now we runnin' from killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin' out the window with that thumper she was
Had a look upon her face that me think that she was cummin'
We was swervin', the curb
And the whip and started runnin'
Tried to over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked a bush and that's 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 came down
And us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

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

Well now this the I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that I've been on
Yeah outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now the bitches?
Get them intergalactic 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 when you're on gettin' a lapdance
a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn shit up
Why you standin' just lookin', nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be there and I in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah
I ain't in no

Ayy I you couldn't 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 even be in ho
If you me from the jump we wouldn't be on this UFO
But I that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I ever be a flyin' saucer pilot
But first thing's gon' be first, when we get back to that
I'ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work,

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see these other niggas, do it how they did it
we're goin' home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a
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?
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, that, we goin' home. DROGAS!