Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

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

I gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off
in the club in case somethin' 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 Ferrari

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

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

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

And good
East coast, West coast,
All my in the hood, stay 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 then make some

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

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

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
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, three inch rims
Jumpin' out the with the Tims, keep your bread up

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

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

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

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

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

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 and fuckin' 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., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh