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

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

With so drama in the NYC
It's 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?
Show me respect when I breeze, through
Riders they horn
'Cause I keep the jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

I'm just a freak 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 second now
This is the one make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I said out
Lemme you what we're talkin' about
(C'mon)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, wit' me now
(You are now rockin' the best)
Uh, hah, yes, unh, ha, uh, check me now
(Black Jack)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, back to the 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 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 '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 just for thinkin' you can step to me
And that's the end of my little ghetto

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 slap the
(Track)

pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and
Here to spit truth for the liar,
I'm the hottest emcee, a fire 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 hands now, people, clap your hands)
high
(High)
low
(Low)

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

Nobody high as we are, Jack Johnson
(Clap your now, people, clap 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 now, people, clap your hands)
Hey, I don't y'all heard me
(Clap hands now, people, clap your hands)
Black, Jack, ain't scared of you motherfuckers