Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Ii

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

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

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

Ya sister 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)

E]
Mad niggas I knew done out her (back)
got mad mileage, but she still ain't got (jack)
Every she fuck she was drunk is that coincidental?
(Act like you know it and be claimin that it's mental)
You just a slut bag whore of a ghetto bird

M]
Don't get it twisted they got bigger sluts in the
And I ain't really worried bout you likin me cause ma yous a
It's the assurance of things hoped for. Noah built a for
Jesus a beatin and his whole body was broke for.
Spoke for. Through it we who the Word was wrote for

Abraham had it, matter fact 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
means we can see it on your face
If the faith act, then 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 know ya is a (jump jump)
Ya shorty is a (jump jump)
I heard ya was a (jump jump)

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

Ya sister is a (jump jump)
Even ya is a (jump jump)
Ya mother 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)