Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Under Palm Trees

I'm the fashionistist.
And they know I stay the white like a groom,
up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom.
I think I'm gettin' on my own supply,
"Rasta, alright! " when I'm ridin' by,
See I used to be the of a king,
Back when I was smugglin' things in the bing.
Now I'm a boss 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 Jamaica with them keys palm trees,
The sees what my palm reads.
And if my heart seize, please my aunties,
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys [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,
to set it off like 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 like I'm Bruce son,
So all of yellin' in the street soon done.
Cus if I take my ski off, then 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 Lord that I'm (comin')

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

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