Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Getting Jumped

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

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

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

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

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

I seen it sloppy, seen it organized
saw it coming and for others it was surprise
Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, of the

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

Yo, when they put the out, bats and chairs included
Chicks can get it, 'specially pretty broads
My New York City dawgs to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, that's the bullshit'll start

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

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

It's never one or two of 'em, heading out in troops
Timbos, loose over jumpsuits
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 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
like you wore a crown
Some occasions and mean to earn the right
To throw signs wearing one color scheme

And positive is no exclusion
That's an illusion, you can still catch
For flossing your hard-earned
I'm talking is [Incomprehensible] the longest
Then it's other niggaz time

You'll get beat out of your
Just for rage, shit my black ass almost got off stage
Just for holding it down on the mic, you could be
Black people 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, 'The Art of Getting Jumped'
We had to put this one on the y'know?
Yeah, this is dedicated to them punk 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 second outside on 'em
Pull out some fucking guns, punk
And that's why my ass was under the bridge