Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off (Remix)

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Queen Bee, nigga
the jump off, come on

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

All we do is party
And buy everybody at the bar
Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to leave in Ferrari

Spread love, 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 the beast

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

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

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

I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich
he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh, let me show you what I'm all
How I make a Sprite can in my mouth

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

Rub on my tits, on my ass
some, step on the gas
Pop the cork and 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, keep your up

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

Enter the world of the Playboy, pin up
Buttnaked, dressed in but pearls
You meet me 'cause ya know I'm freaky
And ya eat me 'cause ya say I'm sexy

Got a man in Japan and a in Tahiti
me, sweety, I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's
Chicks by the and all different flavors

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

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

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar 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 hear you say

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

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