Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

(Black)
Jack Johnson ain't of you motherfuckers, ha, ha

(It's the off)
Yeah, now, c'mon
(It's the off)
it up now, ha
(It's the off)
What you want
(It's the off)
cool, now
(Put hands up, it's the jump-off)

Yeah, it's that Daddy shit
(Raise your hands up, it's the off
Raise your hands up, it's the off
Raise your hands up, it's the off
your hands)

With so much in the NYC
It's kinda bein' MOS Def-initely
But I, how, some way
Keep up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay

May, I, spit a for my ghetto people?
Show me 'nough respect I breeze, through
Riders they horn
'Cause I the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

I'm just a individual singin' my song
bright on the mic like it's six in the morn'
(Six in the morn')

So, out my manuscript
up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce
This is the one that the party wile' out
Nigga, I said out, nigga, I said wile' out
show you what we're talkin' about
(C'mon)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, wit' me now
(You are now with the best)
Uh, hah, yes, unh, ha, uh, come me now
(Black Jack)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, to the beat like

(It's the off)
Get it up now
(It's the off)
C'mon, it up now
(It's the off)
Get it up now
(It's the off)
And it jump now

(Raise hands up, it's the jump off)
Uh, it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the off)
Nigga, now
(Raise your up, it's the jump off)
it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the off
your hands)

Tables hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple and a gallon of bass
Mix snares with 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face

Pre-heat the studio to a hundred degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best
You'll get burnt just for you can step to me
And that's the end of my little ghetto

My are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, 'em, then ha, ha, ha, strip 'em
the fuck
(Back)
No gun can
(That)

I punch the
(Neer)
And the whole
(Track)

Then pop all the speakers and the wires
Blow from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to truth for the liar, liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fired

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah,
(You are now wit' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New York
Hah, 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Jack, c'mon
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Freak shit, fire

(Woo)
Nigga, to it, uh
(Uh)
Hah
(Hah)

(Yeah)

(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
high
(High)
low
(Low)

(Clap hands now, people, clap your hands)
clean
(Clean)
Ridin'
(Dirty)

Nobody high as we are, Black Jack
(Clap hands now, people, clap your hands)
you my hot was incredible, y'all
(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Woo
(Woo)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Tell 'em
(Clap your now, people, clap your hands)
Hey, I don't think y'all me
(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't of you motherfuckers