Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

(Black)
Jack Johnson scared 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)
you want now?
(It's the off)
cool, now
(Put your hands up, the jump-off)

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

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

May, I, a lyric for my ghetto people?
Show me 'nough when I breeze, through
Riders beep they
I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

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

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

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock 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, back to the 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 your hands up, 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
Raise hands)

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

Pre-heat the studio to about a 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 recipe

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

I the engi
(Neer)
And slap the
(Track)

Then pop all the speakers and strip the
Blow smoke the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit for the liar, liars
I'm the emcee, y'all a fire 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, Black Jack,
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Daddy shit, fire

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

(Yeah)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Ridin'
(High)
low
(Low)

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

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

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