Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not bigger biggy,
Bitch I'm than you.
It's just a if it cost 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
'Cause I'm the anchor.
up an acre of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple nautical knots, I my Cubanos to cop,
Rico for women,
Hit to shop.
Living than life,
Call the Yacht Club,
Before you us, bitch you gotta get your stocks up.
She back and forth,
She just to fuck,
And then I her whisper: ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
Travel the seas,
There is no breeze.
If he indulge in jealousy his ass 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) Let them in.
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Two)

Kill all the men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Speaking Creole gentlemen as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a down 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 could her.
Smoking of reefer,
Only the Club.
Before you join us, you gotta get your stocks up.
the seven seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started selling keys this just how we it would be.
No one with me,
But that's how it goes.
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the clothes.
I still hustle for dough but no 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) Let them in. (Let Them In.)
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Three)

My dick a big stretch and quick to tell a fetch.
Tell you to her ass after you bought that 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 slight twist,
on the side of course,
appetizers.
Let Mercedes chill,
Roll with a 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,
Cashmere on them.
Thinking of last year, and all the made,
Now corporate investing,
Amongst the things.
No one agrees me,
But just how it goes,
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the clothes.

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

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