Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Under Palm Trees

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

I'm in with 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 yellin' [x2]

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,
'bout to set it off Cleo,
Mad they done my trio,
my skio,
Heard the lyin' like Leo.
Anyway, I'm the ninja,
blazin',
In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians.
I kick, kick, kick it I'm Bruce Lee's son,
So all of that in the street soon done.
Cus if I take my ski mask off, I'm dumbin',
The young 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 them keys under palm trees,
The leprachaun what 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.