Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Getting Jumped

I was on my way to the
You know the club, Maseo was rocking rub that
Midnight to four, at the door
But the whole crew I can get in as
So I got on my cell, called my nigga C.

Let this be a jam we need not miss
Yeah, I'm en route, no doubt
Might even jump up on the mic to make sure that this party's out
And we some punctual types, on time, look for the
To stand we find girls the blues
Miscellaneous shoes

Yo Mase, happened here?
Go Brooklyn, yo Brooklyn, y'all the rules
Bump in that and out come the tools
Ain't been a fair fight the creation of crews

And that's why them hearts all pumped
Done closed the club
one of they niggaz got jumped
Jump, jump, to it

Uh-huh, you the hook
No matter you or shook
You can a bottle from the right, tap to the left
Kicks to the relieving you of breath

I seen it done sloppy, seen it
saw it coming and for others it was surprise
Catch a swollen eye and loss, courtesy of the

Jump, jump, to it
Jump, jump, to it

Yo, when they put the contracts out, bats and chairs
Chicks can get into it, pretty broads
My New City dawgs seem to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, that's when the start

It only takes a less you got on ice
Just for wearing your chain in they club, they'll beat you
Served with rice, you get a can of whoop ass
My only advice is don't fall and ass

For the nigga who slip, fall in a position
Where your lip'll catch a hickie, girl, fuck your mascara
Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for having good
Man left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots

never one or two of 'em, they heading out in troops
Timbos, loose over jumpsuits
Waiting for the first vic to
Catch a double-dutch rope your neck in the midst of the

Jump, jump, to it
Jump, jump, to it
Jump, jump, to it
Jump, jump, to it

It's plotted out to break hearts and bodies
And ya best we came to party
Don't cause but still can find double the crew
Against you and peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya

For like, not in the right part of town
Acting like you wore a
Some occasions long and mean to earn the
To throw wearing only one color scheme

And being positive is no
an illusion, you can still catch contusions
For flossing hard-earned shine
I'm talking games is [Incomprehensible] the
it's some other niggaz time

You'll get out of your mind
Just for rage, shit my black ass got pulled off stage
Just for it down on the mic, you could be talking
Black people unite and still a lump from the

Jump, jump, to it
Jump, jump, to it
Jump, jump, to it
Jump, jump, to it

Yo, it's this joint, 'The Art of Getting Jumped'
We had to put one on the album y'know?
Yeah, this is dedicated to them motherfuckers out in Germany
That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fucking

Tried to knock me senseless, they just get me though
why I second round outside on 'em
Pull out some fucking guns, punk
And that's why my ass was under the bridge