Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

(Black)
Jack Johnson ain't 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 now?
(It's the off)
cool, now
(Put hands up, it's the jump-off)

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

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

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

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

So, peep out my
up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce
This is the one that make the party 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, wit' 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 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 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, it's the off)
it up now
(Raise your up, it's 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 haze and a gallon of bass
Mix snares rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face

Pre-heat the studio to 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 ghetto recipe

My are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, 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 from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to truth for the liar, liars
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 City
Hah, 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Jack, c'mon
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Daddy 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)
Ridin'
(Clean)
dirty
(Dirty)

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

(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
'em again
(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
Hey, I don't y'all heard me
(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson scared of you motherfuckers