Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not bigger biggy,
I'm bigger than you.
It's just a boat if it you like a milli or two.
Gotta kick off 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 the Yacht Club,
Before you us, bitch you gotta get your stocks up.
She walking 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 'cause 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 with gentlemen 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.
Smoking of reefer,
the Yacht Club.
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get stocks up.
the seven seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started selling this just how we thought it would be.
No one agrees me,
But that's how it goes.
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the clothes.
I hustle for dough 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 in. (Let Them In.)
{2x.}

Ross (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 head average,
My above water,
By now you can see my right off the coast of Florida.
I'm fine fish, with a slight lime twist,
on the side of course,
appetizers.
Let your chill,
Roll with a SEAL.
This the Club,
Wodie trust me? Your 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 year, and all the money's made,
Now it's investing,
the other things.
No one with 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 (Magazeen) Let them in. (Let in.)
{4x.}

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