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

With so drama in the NYC
It's kinda hard bein' MOS
But I, some how, 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 horn
'Cause I the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

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

So, out my manuscript
Reach up, sleeves up, for a now bounce
This is the one that make the party out
Nigga, I said out, nigga, I said 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, rock 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
Raise hands)

Tables hi-hat, a dash of drums
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 studio to about a hundred
Ludacris, Mos Def and best emcees
You'll get burnt just for thinkin' you can to me
And that's the end of my little recipe

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

I punch the
(Neer)
And the whole
(Track)

Then pop all the speakers and the wires
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 rockin' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New City
Hah, 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black Jack,
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 hands now, people, clap your hands)
Told you my hot was incredible,
(Clap hands now, people, clap your hands)
Woo
(Woo)

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