Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pre-heat the to about a hundred degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best
You'll get just for thinkin' you can step to me
And that's the end of my little recipe

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

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

pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke the MPs and amplifiers
to spit truth for the liar, liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fired

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, Jack, c'mon
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Daddy shit, fire

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

(Yeah)

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

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

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

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