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 Bee, nigga
the jump off, come on

I been gone for a minute, now I'm 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 wanna do is
And buy at the bar Bacardi
Black Barbie dressed in
I'm tryin' to in somebody's Ferrari

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

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

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

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

It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya
delivery for you and yours
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your hood then make noise

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

Shake up the dice, throw down ice
Bet it all playa, fuck the
Money a thing, throw it out like rice
Been around the world, cop the same twice

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

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

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

Enter the of the Playboy, pin up girl
Buttnaked, dressed in 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 dude in
me, sweety, I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad that's pretty
Chicks by the and all different flavors

Mafioso, how this thing go
Now everybody come get the lingo
your body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody

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

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

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

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

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