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 C. Smith

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 we find girls screaming the blues
Miscellaneous everywhere

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

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

Uh-huh, you the hook
No matter you or shook
You can a bottle from 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 others it was
Catch a swollen eye and loss, courtesy of the

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

Yo, when they put the contracts out, and chairs included
Chicks can get into it, pretty broads
My New City dawgs seem 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, they'll you twice
Served with rice, you get a can of whoop ass
My only advice is fall and book ass

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

It's never one or two of 'em, they out in troops
Timbos, hoodies over jumpsuits
Waiting for the first vic to
Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the of the

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

It's schematically plotted out to break and bodies
And ya believe we came to party
Don't cause trouble but still can double the crew
Against you and peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya

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

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

You'll get beat out of your
Just for rage, shit my black ass almost got pulled off
Just for holding it down on the mic, you could be
Black 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 this joint, called 'The Art of 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 just 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 under the