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
It's the off, come on

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya
delivery 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 coat
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mafioso, that's how thing go
Now come get with the lingo
Shake your body, body, move your body,
On the dance floor, hurt nobody body

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

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 in the hood, stay fly
And if ballin', let me hear you say right

Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep 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
Come to the spot, come on, aiyyo
She at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on, yeah
B.I.G., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh