Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

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

(It's the off)
Yeah, y'all now,
(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 shit
(Raise your hands up, the jump off
your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands up, the jump off
Raise hands)

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

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

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

So, peep out my
up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce
This is the one make the party wile' 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, wit' 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, back to the beat

(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 make it now

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

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

Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred
Ludacris, Mos Def and your emcees
You'll get burnt for thinkin' you can step to me
And that's the end of my little recipe

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

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

Then pop all the speakers and the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and
to spit truth for the liar, liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fire

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

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

(Yeah)

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

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

Nobody high as we are, Jack Johnson
(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Told you my hot was incredible,
(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
Woo
(Woo)

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