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 cost you like a or two.
Gotta off your shoes,
let's take a cruise,
Here's my now relax,
Let him do he do.
Okay who rolling
'Cause I'm the anchor.
Smoke up an of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple knots, I call my Cubanos to cop,
Puerto for women,
Hit to shop.
larger than life,
Call this the Club,
Before you join us, bitch you get your stocks up.
She back and forth,
She just to fuck,
And then I heard her ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
Travel the seas,
There is no breeze.
If he indulge in jealousy his ass breathe.
Man overboard he going overboard,
Damn it's over for him- Put that on my chord.

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

Rick (Verse Two)

all the middle men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Speaking Creole with as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a star in St. Barth's,
The fat Tommy Lee, I made out with like broads.
But up in Rica,
I get the of features.
She no no Ingles,
Maybe Fat Joe teach her.
Smoking of reefer,
the Yacht Club.
Before you join us, you gotta get your stocks up.
the seven seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started selling keys this how we thought it would be.
No one with me,
But just how it goes.
I'm the greedy genius, no to the ugly clothes.
I still 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 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 bitch breast.
Her above average,
My head water,
By now you can see my palace right off the of Florida.
I'm into fine fish, with a lime twist,
Veggies on the of course,
appetizers.
Let your chill,
with a Navy SEAL.
This the Club,
Wodie me? Your lady will.
spilling 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.
Thinking of year, and all the money's made,
Now it's investing,
the other things.
No one agrees 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 know what is the Club.
(Jamaican in background)
BUMBACLOT!!