Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Ii

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

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

Four in the mornin (knockin)
You she had a crib blowin' cock and (jockin)
She went from camera straight to DVD (yeah you know me)
Told them that she was slurpin and slobberin' and she swallowed it all 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 know ya is a (jump jump)
Ya shorty is a (jump jump)
I heard ya was a (jump jump)

E]
Mad I knew done blew out her (back)
got mad mileage, but she still ain't got (jack)
Every time she fuck she was drunk is 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 they got sluts in the Burbs
And I really worried bout you likin me cause ma yous a J-U-M-P
It's the assurance of things hoped for. built a boat for
Jesus took a beatin and his whole was broke for.
Spoke for. Through it we know who the Word was for

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

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 know ya is a (jump jump)
Ya little is a (jump jump)
I ya daughter was a (jump jump)

[Imagine
you heard "Breath In", "Represent! Get Krunk! "
I was tested in my faith, and I didn't if I could jump
I was at my 9-to-5 try'na a couple dimes,
But in my soul was sayin that I had to rhyme.
I was every saturday, teachin on Sunday.
8 A.M. again I'm back to work Monday.
Man I was hatin it, I wasn't fakin it,
And then came opportunity, but me, I takin it.
after 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 just to rap, what a tragedy.

Ya sister 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 heard ya was a (jump jump)