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

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

With so much in the NYC
kinda hard bein' MOS Def-initely
But I, some how, way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit 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' momma home

I'm just a freak singin' 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 second now
This is the one make the party 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, wit' 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 your up, it's the jump off)
Uh, it up now
(Raise hands up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, now
(Raise your up, it's the jump off)
it up now
(Raise your hands up, the jump off
your hands)

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

Pre-heat the 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 ghetto recipe

My destinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the
Hit 'em, 'em, then 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 strip the
Blow smoke from the MPs and
Here to 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 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 hands now, people, clap hands)
Ridin'
(High)
low
(Low)

(Clap your now, people, clap your hands)
clean
(Clean)
dirty
(Dirty)

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

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