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 I can get in as well
So I got on my cell, called my nigga C.

Let be a jam that we need not miss
Yeah, I'm already en route, no
Might even jump up on the mic to make sure that this turned out
And we some types, on time, look for the line
To we find girls screaming the blues
Miscellaneous everywhere

Yo Mase, what here?
Go Brooklyn, yo Brooklyn, know the rules
Bump in people and out come the tools
Ain't been a fair since the creation of crews

And why them dudes hearts all pumped
Done closed the down
one of they niggaz got jumped
Jump, jump, to it

Uh-huh, you heard the
No matter you Braveheart or
You can catch a bottle the right, tap to the left
Kicks to the relieving you of breath

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

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

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

It takes a second 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 advice is don't fall and book ass

For the nigga who slip, don't in a position
Where your lip'll catch a hickie, girl, fuck your mascara
Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for having hair
Man left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots

It's never one or two of 'em, heading out in troops
Timbos, hoodies over jumpsuits
Waiting for the vic to disrespect
Catch a rope around your neck in the midst of the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tried to knock me senseless, they just couldn't get me
That's why I second outside on 'em
Pull out some guns, punk bastards
And that's why my ass was hiding under the