Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, the jump off right here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Queen Bee, nigga
the jump off, come on

I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the off
Goons in the in case somethin' jumps off
And back up before the hive, let the off
In the is where you get dumped off

All we do is party
And buy everybody at the bar
Black dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's

Spread love, what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her,
I'm the wicked of the east, you better keep the peace, aiyyo
Or out the beast

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

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

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

It's Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
Special delivery for you and
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your hood then make noise

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 I'm all about
How I make a can disappear in my mouth

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

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

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

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

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

Got a man in Japan and a in Tahiti
me, sweety, I got enough to feed the needy
No to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty
by the layers and all different flavors

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

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

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, twenty inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar the Tims, keep your bread up

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

Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep 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
to know 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