Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, them my models
old models, lowered old schools
Flowin' and goin' gold follows
Flower bearin', it petals to the floor
Power sharin', it devils to the door
Power, power, 'til ain't no devils
Flower, flowers, be droppin' at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the of my slum
And who do I meet, to the of my drum
It was little Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no
Had a long money, minor do that action for them
Her fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah
up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't no competition
And me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt 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 take 'em to the record 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, make it

Tell me 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 and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don't do it twice
But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I
details 'bout a female, 'bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started
Like that was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin' some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin' out the window that thumper she was dumpin'
Had a look upon her face that made me 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 behind a bush and that's how we got overlooked
I was shook and hard
And she was sittin' smokin' kush
Then we both started to glow, we around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came
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 trapper to a rapper, trapper to a
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, it happen

Well now this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that been on
lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now the bitches?
Get them intergalactic to clappin'
Break down some of that 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 Saturn a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this up
Why you there 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 in no rush

Ayy I you couldn't rap, when'd you learn how to do that?
Then what you 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 thought that I would ever be a saucer pilot
But first thing's gon' be first, we get back to that earth
I'ma go back to them raps and you can go to that work, nigga

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

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