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 your hands up, the jump-off)

Yeah, that Freak Daddy shit
(Raise hands up, it's the jump 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
It's kinda bein' MOS Def-initely
But I, some how, way
Keep up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay

May, I, spit a for my ghetto people?
Show me 'nough when I breeze, through
beep they horn
'Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' ain't home

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, sleeves up, for a second now
This is the one that make the party out
Nigga, I wile' out, nigga, I said wile' out
show you what we're 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, come 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 hands up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, now
(Raise your hands up, the jump off)
it up now
(Raise your up, it's the jump off
Raise hands)

Tables fulla hi-hat, a of drums
in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of
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 emcees
You'll get burnt just for you can step to me
And that's the end of my little ghetto

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 punch the
(Neer)
And slap the
(Track)

pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and
Here to spit 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, Jack, c'mon
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 now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin'
(Clean)
dirty
(Dirty)

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

(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
Tell 'em
(Clap hands now, people, clap your hands)
Hey, I think y'all heard me
(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson scared of you motherfuckers