Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Getting Jumped

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

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 party's out
And we punctual types, on time, look for the line
To stand we find girls screaming the
shoes everywhere

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

And that's why dudes hearts all pumped
Done the club down
'Cause one of they got jumped
Jump, jump, to it

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

I seen it done sloppy, it organized
Some saw it coming and for others it was
Catch a eye and blood 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, pretty broads
My New York City seem to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, when the bullshit'll start

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

For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a
Where your lip'll catch a hickie, girl, they'll your mascara
Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for good 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 over
for the first vic to disrespect
Catch a double-dutch rope around 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 believe we came to party
Don't cause trouble but still can find the crew
Against you and your peeps and on ya

For reasons like, not in the right part of
Acting like you a crown
Some occasions long and to earn the right
To throw signs wearing only one 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
Then it's other niggaz time

You'll get beat out of mind
Just for rage, shit my black ass almost got off stage
for holding it down on the mic, you could be talking
Black people unite and still catch a from 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 to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany
That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fucking

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