Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not bigger biggy,
Bitch I'm than you.
It's a boat 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.
who rolling spinach?
'Cause I'm the anchor.
up an acre of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple nautical knots, I call my to cop,
Puerto for women,
Hit to shop.
Living larger life,
Call the Yacht Club,
you join us, bitch you gotta get your stocks up.
She walking and forth,
She itching to fuck,
And I heard her whisper: ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
the seven seas,
There is no breeze.
If he indulge in jealousy his ass breathe.
Man overboard 'cause he 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.}

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 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,
is no better breeze,
When we selling keys this just how we thought it would be.
No one with me,
But that's how it goes.
I'm the greedy genius, no to the ugly clothes.
I still hustle for dough but no more me my soles.
Make the presentation and trust me the 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 kiss her ass after you bought bitch breast.
Her head average,
My head water,
By now you can see my right off the coast of Florida.
I'm into fine fish, a slight lime twist,
Veggies on the 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, it's 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 agrees me,
But just 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!!