Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Getting Jumped

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

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

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

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

Uh-huh, you heard the
No you Braveheart or shook
You can a bottle from the right, tap to the left
to the mids relieving you of breath

I seen it done sloppy, it organized
Some saw it 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 out, bats and chairs included
Chicks can get into it, 'specially pretty
My New City dawgs seem to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, that's the bullshit'll start

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

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

never one or two of 'em, they heading out in troops
Timbos, hoodies loose 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 schematically out to break hearts and bodies
And ya best we came to party
Don't cause trouble but still can find the crew
you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya

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

And being is no exclusion
That's an illusion, you can still contusions
For your hard-earned shine
I'm games is [Incomprehensible] the longest
Then it's some other time

You'll get out of your mind
Just for rage, shit my black ass almost got off stage
Just for holding it 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, this joint, called 'The Art of Getting Jumped'
We had to put this one on the album
Yeah, this is dedicated to them motherfuckers out in Germany
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 second outside on 'em
out some fucking guns, punk bastards
And that's why my ass was hiding the bridge