Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, my role models
Rollin' old models, lowered old
Flowin' cold and gold follows
bearin', call it petals to the floor
Power sharin', call it to the door
Power, power, 'til ain't no anymore
Flower, flowers, be droppin' at the feet 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 and was a killer
All bitch tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas
Had a long money, do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get
She pointed at her pistol so I properly
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't no competition
And with me up on them beats, we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now my proposition:
You just a bunch of raps 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 store and sell a couple million"

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

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple
Not that "Superstar" shit, she somethin' for the streets
it might take 'bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a punch 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 more info on exactly what I write
Some details 'bout a female, 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 bussin'
Like that boycott was over and 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 with that thumper she was
Had a look upon her face that made me think she was cummin'
We was swervin', the curb
And the whip and started runnin'
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a tall
So we ducked behind a bush and how we got overlooked
I was and breathin' hard
And she was sittin' smokin' kush
we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light down
And us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see these niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a
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 feel right at home
Now the bitches?
Get them asses to clappin'
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a 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 hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this 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 in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn't rap, when'd you how to do that?
Then what you me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we go, wouldn't 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 flyin' saucer
But thing's gon' be first, when 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, already got the
I see these niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
we're goin' home, home!
From a 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 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, just You can rap up here!
nigga, just rap. No you can't, nigga, this is space.
You can't, fuck that, we home. DROGAS!