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 hands up, it's the jump-off)

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

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

May, I, spit a lyric for my people?
me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they
'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, out my manuscript
Reach up, up, for a second now bounce
This is the one that the party wile' out
Nigga, I said out, nigga, I said wile' out
show you what we're 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, check 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 it jump now

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

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

the studio to about a hundred degrees
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 are rhythm, hit 'em with 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 the MPs and amplifiers
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 shit, fire

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

(Yeah)

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

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

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

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