Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

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

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

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

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

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

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

And live
East coast, 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 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, throw down ice
Bet it all playa, the price
Money ain't a thing, throw it out like
Been around the world, cop the same thing

Rub on my tits, on my ass
some, step on the gas
Pop the and roll up the hash
You know what we about, sex, and cash

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

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

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

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

Mafioso, that's how this go
Now come get with the lingo
Shake body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt body

I'm the one put the Range in the Rover
I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's over
Comin' through in the Brooklyn gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was

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

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

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

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