Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

(Black)
Jack ain't scared 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 hands up, it's the jump-off)

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

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

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

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

So, out my manuscript
Reach up, sleeves up, for a second now
This is the one make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I said out
Lemme show you what talkin' about
(C'mon)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, wit' 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 it jump now

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

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

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

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

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

Then pop all the and strip the wires
smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
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 York
Hah, 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black Jack,
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Freak Daddy shit,

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

(Yeah)

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

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

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

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