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

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

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

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

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

So, peep out my
Reach up, sleeves up, for a now bounce
This is the one that make the party out
Nigga, I wile' out, nigga, I said wile' out
Lemme show you we're talkin' 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, check 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 make it now

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

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

Pre-heat the studio to about a degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your emcees
get burnt just for thinkin' 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
the fuck
(Back)
No gun can
(That)

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

pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and
Here to truth for the liar, liars
I'm the emcee, y'all a fire fired

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah,
(You are now rockin' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New City
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, your hands)
Ridin'
(Clean)
Ridin'
(Dirty)

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

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