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 whole crew I can get in as
So I got on my cell, called my nigga C.

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

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

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

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

I seen it 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, bats and included
Chicks can get into it, pretty broads
My New York City seem to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, that's when the bullshit'll

It takes a second less you got on ice
Just for wearing your chain in club, they'll beat you twice
with 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 good
Man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the

never one or two of 'em, they heading out in troops
Timbos, loose over jumpsuits
Waiting for the vic to disrespect
Catch a double-dutch 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 came to
cause trouble but still can find 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 long 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
Then it's some other time

You'll get out of your mind
Just for rage, shit my ass almost got pulled off stage
Just for holding it down on the mic, you 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, it's this joint, called Art of Getting Jumped'
We had to put this one on the y'know?
Yeah, this is dedicated to them motherfuckers out in Germany
That Turkish that jumped me up in the fucking club

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