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 your up, it's the jump-off)

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

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

May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto
Show me 'nough respect I breeze, through
Riders beep horn
I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

I'm just a individual singin' 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
is the one that make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I wile' out
Lemme show you we're talkin' 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 your up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, now
(Raise your hands up, it's the off)
it up now
(Raise your hands up, the jump off
your hands)

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

the studio 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, then ha, ha, ha, 'em
the fuck
(Back)
No gun can
(That)

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

Then pop all the and strip the wires
Blow smoke the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit 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 City
Hah, 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black Jack,
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Freak shit, fire

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

(Yeah)

(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
high
(High)
low
(Low)

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

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

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