Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

(Black)
Jack Johnson ain't 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 want
(It's the off)
cool, now
(Put your up, it's the jump-off)

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

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

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

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

So, peep out my
up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce
This is the one make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I said 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 make it now

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

Tables hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a 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

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 the end of my little ghetto recipe

My are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, ha, ha, ha, strip 'em
the fuck
(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
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 wit' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New City
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 your now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin'
(High)
low
(Low)

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

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