Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not than biggy,
Bitch I'm than you.
It's just a boat if it you like a milli or two.
Gotta off your shoes,
Okay take a cruise,
Here's my now relax,
Let him do he do.
who rolling spinach?
'Cause I'm the anchor.
Smoke up an of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple knots, I call my Cubanos to cop,
Rico for women,
Hit to shop.
Living than life,
this the Yacht Club,
Before you join us, bitch you get your stocks up.
She walking and forth,
She just to fuck,
And then I heard her whisper: ("Girl, you know he as fuck.")
the seven seas,
There is no breeze.
If he in jealousy his ass better 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 with 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,
the Yacht Club.
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get stocks up.
Travel the seas,
is no better breeze,
When we started selling this just how we thought it would be.
No one with me,
But just how it goes.
I'm the genius, no reference to the ugly clothes.
I still hustle for dough but no me scuffing my soles.
Make the and trust 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 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 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 trust me? Your will.
spilling champagne,
Or is it
Fuck it, it's 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 it's investing,
the other things.
No one with 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 them in. (Let in.)
{4x.}

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