Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

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

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

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

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

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

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

And live
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my in the hood, stay fly
And if ballin', let me hear 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 make some noise

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

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

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, three inch rims
out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep 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

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

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

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

I'm the one that put the in the Rover
When I'm out the Range, yo it's over
through 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 inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar the Tims, keep your bread up

And live
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, keep bread up
Yeah and and stay fly nigga, yeah, man
Right, right, right, right, Bee, LB

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