Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Under Palm Trees

I'm the fashionistist.
And they know I stay around the like a groom,
Look up in the sky, I see on a broom.
I I'm gettin' hi-high-hi-high on my own supply,
Yellin' "Rasta, alright! " when I'm by,
See I to be the wife of a king,
Back when I was them things in the bing.
Now that I'm a bxtch,
a win-win,
Come to Mr. or meet me in Chin-Chin,
Now I get'cha ching & my bells ring -
Oops, I mean my name bells, ding ding.

I'm in Jamaica them keys under palm trees,
The sees what my palm reads.
And if my heart seize, call my aunties,
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

Get down, get down, get down,
Get d- get down, get down, get down,
Get down, get down, get down,
Get down, get on the ground,
Get down, get on the ground.

Man, a P0,
And a C0,
to set it off like Cleo,
Mad done tapped my trio,
my skio,
Heard the bxtch lyin' Leo.
Anyway, I'm the ninja,
blazin',
In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians.
I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce son,
So all of yellin' in the street soon done.
Cus if I take my ski mask off, I'm dumbin',
The Chaka Khan, yes - I am every woman.
And I am that coke, not what'cha put the rum in,
Say a little prayer, tell the that I'm comin' (comin')

I'm in Jamaica with keys under palm trees,
The leprachaun sees my palm reads.
And if my heart seize, call my auntie,
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

Can you the yellin'?
Comin' for me, for me-e-e-e.
Comin' for me, for me, comin' for me.