Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Ii

Do you know where her has been?
See it's crazy cause dudes be wiping bitches not even you just wiped a straight jump skeezy nigga.
Don't try to compare Rem to little wack hoodrats I could rap I'm some of these bitches need to get smacked
See you be huggin', humpin', lovin' and lustin' ha
I came here to tell you that ya girl is a

Straight hoe, real hoe think people know that you be suckin' and fuckin' but you ain't low
See you really you all that cause ya ass fat but my niggas fucked they said ya pussy wigedy wigedy wack! And you be stuntin' and frontin' you let him pop for nothin'
And now you callin' and stalkin you ain't hump his cousin

Four in the mornin (knockin)
You know she had a crib cock and (jockin)
She went camera phone straight to DVD (yeah you know me)
Told them that she was slurpin and and she swallowed it all down see

Ya sister is a (jump jump)
Even ya is a (jump jump)
Ya baby is a (jump jump)
Uh huh uh huh
(Jump jump)
You ya girl is a (jump jump)
Ya shorty is a (jump jump)
I ya daughter was a (jump jump)

E]
Mad niggas I knew blew out her (back)
Pussy got mad mileage, but she still got (jack)
Every time she fuck she was is that coincidental?
(Act like you know it and be claimin that it's mental)
You just a slut bag whore definition of a ghetto

M]
Don't get it twisted got bigger sluts in the Burbs
And I ain't really bout you likin me cause ma yous a J-U-M-P
the assurance of things hoped for. Noah built a boat for
Jesus took a beatin and his body was broke for.
Spoke for. Through it we who the Word was wrote for

Abraham had it, matter fact that's what known for.
Faith, ya'll, through it we were saved by
If you got it, we can see it by the way you run the
means we can see it on your face
If the faith don't act, it really ain't faith

Ya little is a (jump jump)
ya wifey is a (jump jump)
Ya mother is a (jump jump)
Uh huh uh huh
(Jump jump)
You ya girl is a (jump jump)
Ya little is a (jump jump)
I ya daughter was a (jump jump)

[Imagine
Before you "Breath In", "Represent! Get Krunk! "
I was tested in my faith, and I didn't know if I jump
I was at my try'na make a couple dimes,
But somethin in my soul was sayin I had to rhyme.
I was every saturday, teachin on Sunday.
8 A.M. I'm back to work another Monday.
Man I was hatin it, I even fakin it,
And then came opportunity, but me, I wasn't it.
Show show came; a couple folks came,
But leavin work to rap was like the dope game.
And mama mad at me, she say it was bad for me
To spend my time in school to rap, what a tragedy.

Ya little is a (jump jump)
ya wifey is a (jump jump)
Ya baby is a (jump jump)
Uh huh uh huh
(Jump jump)
You ya girl is a (jump jump)
Ya shorty is a (jump jump)
I heard ya was a (jump jump)