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

Let this be a jam that we 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 stand we find girls screaming the
Miscellaneous everywhere

Yo Mase, what happened
Go Brooklyn, yo Brooklyn, know the rules
in that people and out come the tools
Ain't been a fair fight since the 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 heard the
No matter you Braveheart or
You can a bottle from the right, tap to the left
Kicks to the mids relieving you of

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

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

Yo, when they put the contracts out, bats and chairs
can get into it, 'specially pretty broads
My New York City dawgs to master the art
When you the, whoo, that's 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 with fried rice, you get a can of ass
My only advice is don't and book ass

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

It's never one or two of 'em, heading out in troops
Timbos, hoodies loose over
Waiting for the first vic to
a double-dutch 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 believe we to party
Don't cause trouble but still can find double the
Against you and your peeps and on ya

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

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

get beat out of your mind
Just for rage, shit my ass almost got pulled off stage
Just for holding it on the mic, you could be talking
people unite and still catch 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 one on the album y'know?
Yeah, is dedicated to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany
Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fucking club

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