Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

(Black)
Jack Johnson ain't 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)
What you now?
(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 up, it's the jump off
Raise hands up, it's the jump off
your hands)

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

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

I'm a freak individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like six in the morn'
(Six in the morn')

So, out my manuscript
Reach up, up, for a second now bounce
is the one that make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I 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, 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 your hands up, it's the off)
Uh, it up now
(Raise hands up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, now
(Raise your hands up, the jump off)
it up now
(Raise your hands up, 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 gallon of
Mix with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face

Pre-heat the to about a hundred degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your emcees
get burnt just 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, 'em, then ha, ha, ha, strip 'em
the fuck
(Back)
No gun can
(That)

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

pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and
Here to spit truth for the liar,
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, your hands)
high
(High)
low
(Low)

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

high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
(Clap your now, people, clap your 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 hands now, people, clap your hands)
Hey, I think y'all heard me
(Clap hands now, people, clap your hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson scared of you motherfuckers