Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Under Palm Trees

I'm the fashionistist.
And they know I stay around the white a groom,
Look up in the sky, I see on a broom.
I think I'm hi-high-hi-high on my own supply,
"Rasta, alright! " when I'm ridin' by,
See I to be the wife of a king,
when I was smugglin' 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 ching & my name bells ring -
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding.

I'm in with them keys under palm trees,
The leprechaun sees what my reads.
And if my heart seize, please 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 they tapped 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 like I'm Lee's son,
So all of that yellin' in the soon done.
Cus if I take my ski mask off, I'm dumbin',
The young Chaka Khan, yes - I am woman.
And I am that coke, not what'cha put the rum in,
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm (comin')

I'm in Jamaica them keys under palm trees,
The leprachaun what my palm reads.
And if my seize, please call my auntie,
I think them girls tellin', I hear them yellin' [x2]

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