Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Getting Jumped

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

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

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

And that's why them dudes all pumped
closed the club down
'Cause one of they niggaz got
Jump, jump, to it

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

I seen it sloppy, seen it organized
Some saw it coming and for others it was
a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the

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

Yo, when put the contracts out, bats and chairs included
Chicks can get into it, 'specially pretty
My New York City dawgs to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, when the bullshit'll start

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

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

It's never one or two of 'em, they heading out in
Timbos, hoodies over jumpsuits
Waiting for the vic to disrespect
Catch a double-dutch around 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 schematically out to break hearts and bodies
And ya best believe we came to
Don't cause trouble but still can find double the
Against you and your peeps and on ya

For reasons like, not in the right part of
Acting you wore a crown
Some occasions long and mean to the right
To signs 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 is [Incomprehensible] the longest
Then it's some other niggaz

You'll get beat out of your
Just for rage, shit my black ass got pulled off stage
Just for holding it 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 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
Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fucking club

Tried to knock me senseless, they couldn't get me though
That's why I round outside on 'em
Pull out some fucking guns, bastards
And that's why my ass was hiding the bridge