Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not than biggy,
Bitch I'm bigger you.
It's just a if it cost you like a milli or two.
Gotta kick off shoes,
Okay 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 nautical knots, I call my to cop,
Rico for women,
Hit to shop.
Living larger life,
Call this the Club,
Before you join us, you gotta get your stocks up.
She back and forth,
She itching to fuck,
And then I heard her ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
Travel the seas,
There is no breeze.
If he in jealousy his ass better breathe.
Man overboard he going overboard,
Damn over for him- Put that 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 with as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a star in St. Barth's,
The fat Tommy Lee, I made out with eight broads.
But up in Rica,
I get the of features.
She no no Ingles,
Maybe Fat Joe teach her.
barrels of reefer,
Only the Club.
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get stocks up.
Travel the seas,
is no better breeze,
When we started keys this just how we thought it would be.
No one agrees me,
But just how it goes.
I'm the genius, no reference to the ugly clothes.
I still for dough but no more 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 (Magazeen) Let in. (Let Them In.)
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Three)

My a big stretch and quick to tell a bitch fetch.
Tell you to kiss her ass you bought that 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, with a lime twist,
Veggies on the of course,
appetizers.
Let Mercedes chill,
Roll a Navy SEAL.
This the Club,
Wodie me? Your lady will.
Still 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,
Cashmere on them.
of last year, and all the money's made,
Now it's investing,
Amongst the things.
No one agrees me,
But just 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 in. (Let them in.)
{4x.}

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