Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, them my models
Rollin' old models, lowered old
Flowin' cold and gold follows
Flower bearin', call it to the floor
Power sharin', call it devils to the
Power, power, 'til ain't no anymore
Flower, flowers, they be 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 Susie Uzi, she sold and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, trappin' with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do action for them figures
Her fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah
up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she have no competition
And me up on them beats, then 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
we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em
Then we take 'em to the record store and a couple million"

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

me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the
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 that thing the time, you don't gotta do it twice
But I need a lil' more info on exactly I write
Some details 'bout a female, your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm just my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started
Like that boycott was over and we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a
Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so sick to my
She was hangin' out the window with that thumper she was
Had a look upon her face that made me that she was cummin'
We was swervin', jumped the
And the whip and started runnin'
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little
So we ducked behind a bush and that's how we got
I was shook and hard
And she was there smokin' 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 got the money, already got the bitches
I see other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, it happen

Well now this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit I've been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but a bitch feel right at home
Now where the
Get them asses to clappin'
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a
Now I never 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 burn this shit up
Why you standin' there lookin', nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this pussy, let me know 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 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 the jump we wouldn't be on this 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 to that earth
I'ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work,

I already got the money, already got the
I see these other niggas, do it how they did it
Nigga goin' 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 basic thing is, you can do whatever you do.
Like I ain't 'bout to pass up on all shit, you see this?
Like we time and shit.
You wanna go and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can't, nigga, is space.
You can't, that, we goin' home. DROGAS!