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, name at the
But the crew I can get in as well
So I got on my cell, called my nigga C.

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

Yo Mase, what here?
Go Brooklyn, yo Brooklyn, y'all the rules
Bump in that people and out come the
been a fair fight since the creation of crews

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

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

I it done sloppy, seen it organized
saw it coming and for others it was surprise
Catch a 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 City dawgs seem to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, that's the bullshit'll start

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

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

It's one or two of 'em, they heading out in troops
Timbos, hoodies loose jumpsuits
Waiting for the vic to disrespect
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 hearts and
And ya best we came to party
Don't cause trouble but still can double the crew
Against you and your peeps and on ya

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

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

You'll get out of your mind
Just for rage, my black ass almost got pulled off stage
Just for holding it down on the mic, you could be
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 one on the album y'know?
Yeah, this is dedicated to them punk motherfuckers out in
That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fucking

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