Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not bigger biggy,
Bitch I'm bigger you.
It's just a boat if it cost you like a or two.
Gotta off your shoes,
Okay take a cruise,
my captain now relax,
Let him do he do.
who rolling spinach?
'Cause I'm the anchor.
Smoke up an of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple nautical knots, I my Cubanos to cop,
Rico for women,
Hit to shop.
larger than life,
Call this the Club,
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get your up.
She back and forth,
She just to fuck,
And then I her whisper: ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
the seven seas,
There is no breeze.
If he indulge in 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) Let them in.
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Two)

Kill all the men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Creole with gentlemen as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a down in St. Barth's,
The fat Lee, I made out with 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, you gotta get your stocks up.
Travel the seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started selling keys this 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 hustle for dough but no more me scuffing my soles.
Make the presentation and trust me the sold.
I'm in the Gulf,
I think So Def.
was in control,
Because hoe left.

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

Rick (Verse Three)

My dick a big stretch and quick to a bitch fetch.
Tell you to kiss her ass after you that bitch breast.
Her above average,
My head water,
By now you can see my right off the coast of Florida.
I'm into fine fish, with a slight twist,
Veggies on the of course,
appetizers.
Let Mercedes chill,
Roll with a SEAL.
This the Club,
Wodie me? Your lady will.
Still champagne,
Or is it
it, it's 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 last year, and all the made,
Now corporate investing,
the other things.
No one agrees me,
But that's how it goes,
I'm the greedy genius, no to the ugly clothes.

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

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