Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, this the off right here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Bee, nigga
the jump off, come on

I been for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off
Goons in the club in case jumps off
And up before the hive, let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get off

All we wanna do is
And buy at the bar Bacardi
Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's

love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her,
I'm the bitch of the east, you better keep the peace, aiyyo
Or out come the

We the best there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights, back to with 'em
And I'm on chrome, seven times platinum

This is for my
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, twenty three rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, your bread up

And good
East coast, coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me you say right

Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
Special for you and yours
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your hood then make some

I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich
Don't he know Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh, let me show you what I'm all
How I a Sprite can disappear in my mouth

Shake up the dice, down your ice
Bet it all playa, the price
ain't a thing, throw it out like rice
Been around the world, cop the thing twice

Rub on my tits, on my ass
Gimme some, on the gas
Pop the cork and up the hash
You know what we about, sex, drugs and

This is for my
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, twenty three inch
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, your bread up

And live
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my in the hood, stay fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

Enter the of the Playboy, pin up girl
Buttnaked, dressed in nothin' but
You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm
And ya wanna eat me ya say I'm sexy

Got a man in Japan and a dude in
Believe me, sweety, I got to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends pretty
Chicks by the layers and all different

Mafioso, that's how this go
Now everybody get with the lingo
your body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't nobody body

I'm the one that put the in the Rover
When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo over
Comin' in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do just like Big Poppa was here

This is for my
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, twenty three rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your up

And good
East coast, West coast,
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me you say right

Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, your bread up
Yeah and and stay fly nigga, yeah, man
Right, right, right, right, Bee, LB

Two thousand and fuckin' three, why not? We it hot
Come to the spot, come on, aiyyo
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on,
B.I.G., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh