Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not than biggy,
Bitch I'm bigger you.
It's just a if it cost you like a milli or two.
Gotta kick off shoes,
let's take a cruise,
Here's my now relax,
Let him do he do.
Okay who spinach?
'Cause I'm the anchor.
up an acre of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple nautical knots, I call my to cop,
Rico for women,
Hit to shop.
Living larger life,
Call the Yacht Club,
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get stocks up.
She back and forth,
She itching to fuck,
And I heard her whisper: ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
Travel the seas,
is no better breeze.
If he in jealousy his ass better breathe.
Man 'cause he going overboard,
Damn it's over for him- Put 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 men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Speaking Creole with as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a down in St. Barth's,
The fat Tommy Lee, I made out like eight broads.
But up in Rica,
I get the of features.
She no no Ingles,
Maybe Fat Joe could her.
barrels of reefer,
Only the Club.
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get stocks up.
Travel the seas,
is no better breeze,
When we started selling keys this just how we it would be.
No one agrees me,
But that's how it goes.
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the clothes.
I still for dough but no more me scuffing my soles.
the presentation and trust 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) Let them in. (Let Them In.)
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Three)

My a big stretch and quick to tell a bitch fetch.
Tell you to kiss her ass after you that bitch breast.
Her head average,
My head water,
By now you can see my palace right off the of Florida.
I'm into fish, with a slight lime twist,
on the side of course,
appetizers.
Let your chill,
with a Navy SEAL.
This the Club,
Wodie me? Your lady will.
Still champagne,
Or is it
Fuck it, fine wine.
My a virgo.
I do the signs,
it's dollar's on them.
I'm the of the boat,
Cashmere on them.
of last year, and all the money's made,
Now corporate investing,
the other things.
No one with me,
But that's 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 gotta let the ladies what is the Yacht Club.
(Jamaican in background)
BUMBACLOT!!