Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, my role models
Rollin' old models, lowered old
Flowin' cold and goin' follows
Flower bearin', call it to the floor
Power sharin', call it devils to the
Power, power, 'til no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, be droppin' at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my
And who do I meet, to the beat of my
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a
All bitch tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas
Had a long money, do that action for them figures
Her influence automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I replied
Told me, out in the streets, she ain't have no competition
And me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a between 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, do it how they did it
From a to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she somethin' for the streets
Said it take 'bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her
Said, "I saw that thing the 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 boycott was over and that 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 with that thumper she was dumpin'
Had a look upon her face that made me think 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 that's how we got
I was shook and hard
And she was sittin' there smokin'
Then we both started to glow, we looked like "What is this?"
And we looked up and a light came down
And us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

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

now this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that I've been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch right at home
Now the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to
down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to
And who needs Atlanta when you're on gettin' a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn shit up
Why you standin' there just lookin', Turn that shit up
Hop in of this alien 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 you couldn't rap, when'd you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a 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 to that work, nigga

I got the money, already got the bitches
I see these niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
Nigga goin' home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a
to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I care—No!

Ayy look, the thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do.
Like I ain't 'bout to 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, just rap. No you can't, nigga, is space.
You can't, that, we goin' home. DROGAS!