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 want
(It's the off)
cool, now
(Put your hands up, the jump-off)

Yeah, it's that Freak shit
(Raise your hands up, it's the off
Raise your up, it's the jump off
Raise your up, it's the jump 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 with the Black Jack Jay

May, I, a lyric for my ghetto people?
Show me 'nough when I breeze, through
Riders they horn
'Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma home

I'm just a freak individual my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like 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 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, wit' me now
(You are now rockin' 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 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 hands up, it's the off
Raise hands)

fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of
Mix snares rock 'n' roll 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 the end of my little ghetto recipe

My destinies are rhythm, hit 'em the rhythm
Hit 'em, 'em, then ha, ha, ha, strip 'em
Jump the
(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
Here to spit truth for the liar,
I'm the hottest emcee, 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 now, people, clap your hands)
high
(High)
low
(Low)

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

Nobody high as we are, Black Johnson
(Clap your hands now, people, 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, clap hands)
Hey, I think y'all heard me
(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't of you motherfuckers