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 off, come 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 before the hive, let the off
In the graveyard is where you get off

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

Spread love, what a real mob do
it gangsta, look out for her, people
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace,
Or out the beast

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

This is for my
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 in the hood, stay fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

It's Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
Special delivery for you and
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your 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 disappear in my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And good
East coast, West coast,
All my playas in the hood, 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 thousand and fuckin' three, why We makin' it hot
Come to know the spot, on, aiyyo
She back at it, why she be? Come on, yeah
B.I.G., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh