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)
What you now?
(It's the off)
cool, now
(Put your up, it's the jump-off)

Yeah, it's that Daddy shit
(Raise your up, it's the jump off
Raise your up, it's the jump 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, some how, way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Jack Jay

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

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

So, out my manuscript
Reach up, sleeves up, for a now bounce
This is the one that the party wile' out
Nigga, I said out, nigga, I said wile' out
Lemme show you what talkin' 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, 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 up, it's the jump off)
Uh, it up now
(Raise hands up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, now
(Raise your hands up, it's the off)
it up now
(Raise your hands up, the jump off
your hands)

Tables hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a keyboard, a pint of rum
With a pinch of purple haze and a gallon 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 best
You'll get burnt just for you can step to me
And that's the end of my ghetto recipe

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

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

Then pop all the and strip the wires
smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit 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, Black Jack,
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Freak Daddy shit,

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

(Yeah)

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

(Clap your now, people, clap your hands)
clean
(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 hands now, people, clap your hands)
Woo
(Woo)

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