Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not than biggy,
Bitch I'm bigger you.
It's just a boat if it you like a milli or two.
kick off your shoes,
Okay take a cruise,
my captain now relax,
Let him do he do.
Okay who rolling
I'm reeling the anchor.
Smoke up an of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple knots, I call my Cubanos to cop,
Puerto for women,
Hit to shop.
Living than life,
Call this the Club,
Before you us, bitch you gotta get your stocks up.
She walking and forth,
She itching to fuck,
And then I heard her whisper: ("Girl, you he rich as fuck.")
Travel the seas,
is no better breeze.
If he indulge in his ass better breathe.
Man overboard 'cause he overboard,
Damn it's over for Put that on my vocal chord.

(CHORUS)
There's a party, on.
All the dem welcome,
To the Club.
Magazeen (Magazeen) Let in.
{2x.}

Ross (Verse Two)

Kill all the middle men, I'm the Gilligan,
Speaking Creole with as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a down in St. Barth's,
The fat Tommy Lee, I out with like eight broads.
But up in Rica,
I get the of features.
She no no Ingles,
Maybe Fat Joe could her.
Smoking of reefer,
the Yacht Club.
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get your up.
Travel the seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started keys this just how we thought it would be.
No one agrees me,
But that's how it goes.
I'm the genius, no reference to the ugly clothes.
I still hustle for but no more me scuffing my soles.
Make the presentation and me the customer's sold.
I'm in the Gulf,
I you're So Def.
was in control,
Because hoe left.

(CHORUS)
There's a party, on.
All the dem welcome,
To the Club.
Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in. (Let In.)
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Three)

My dick a big stretch and to tell a bitch fetch.
Tell you to kiss her ass after you bought that breast.
Her head average,
My above water,
By now you can see my right off the coast of Florida.
I'm into fine fish, a slight lime twist,
Veggies on the of course,
appetizers.
Let Mercedes chill,
Roll a Navy SEAL.
This the Club,
trust me? Your lady will.
Still champagne,
Or is it
Fuck it, fine wine.
My a virgo.
I do the signs,
Unless dollar's on them.
I'm the of the boat,
collar on them.
Thinking of year, and all the money's made,
Now it's investing,
Amongst the things.
No one with me,
But just how it goes,
I'm the genius, no reference to the ugly clothes.

(CHORUS)
There's a party, on.
All the dem welcome,
To the Club.
Magazeen (Magazeen) Let in. (Let them in.)
{4x.}

-You let the ladies know what is the Yacht Club.
(Jamaican in background)
BUMBACLOT!!