Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off (Remix)

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, this the off right here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee,
It's the jump off, on

I gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off
Goons in the club in case somethin' off
And back up the hive, let the pump off
In the graveyard is you get dumped off

All we do is party
And buy at the bar Bacardi
Black Barbie dressed in
I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's

Spread love, that's what a mob do
Keep it gangsta, out for her, people
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace,
Or out come the

We the still there's room for improvement
Our is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights, back to with 'em
And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times

This is for my
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, twenty inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, your bread up

And live
East coast, West coast,
All my in the hood, stay fly
And if your ballin', let me you say right

Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
Special for you and yours
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your hood then some noise

I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich
Don't he know Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh, let me you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can in my mouth

up the dice, throw down your ice
Bet it all playa, fuck the
ain't a thing, throw it out like rice
Been around the world, cop the thing twice

Rub on my tits, on my ass
some, step on the gas
Pop the and roll up the hash
You know we about, sex, drugs and cash

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, twenty three inch
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, your bread up

And good
East coast, West coast,
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if ballin', let me hear you say right

Enter the of the Playboy, pin up girl
Buttnaked, in nothin' but pearls
You wanna meet me 'cause ya I'm freaky
And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm

Got a man in Japan and a in Tahiti
Believe me, sweety, I got enough to feed the
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends pretty
Chicks by the layers and all different

Mafioso, how this thing go
Now everybody get with the lingo
your body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt body

I'm the one put the Range in the Rover
I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's over
Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint
We do this just like Big Poppa was here

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep bread up

And live
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me you say right

Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your up
and worldwide and stay fly nigga, yeah, man
Right, right, right, right, Bee, LB

Two and fuckin' three, why not? We makin' it hot
Come to the spot, come on, aiyyo
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on,
B.I.G., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh