Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not bigger biggy,
Bitch I'm bigger you.
It's a boat if it cost you like a milli or two.
Gotta kick off shoes,
Okay let's a cruise,
my captain now relax,
Let him do he do.
who rolling spinach?
'Cause I'm the anchor.
Smoke up an of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple nautical knots, I my Cubanos to cop,
Puerto for women,
Hit to shop.
Living than life,
Call the Yacht Club,
Before you join us, bitch you get your stocks up.
She back and forth,
She just to fuck,
And then I her whisper: ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
the seven 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) Let them in.
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Two)

Kill all the men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Creole with 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.
barrels of reefer,
Only the Club.
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get stocks up.
the seven seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started selling keys this 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 still for dough but no more me scuffing my soles.
Make the presentation and me the customer's sold.
I'm in the Gulf,
I think So Def.
was in control,
Because hoe left.

(CHORUS)
There's a party, on.
All the dem welcome,
To the Club.
Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in. (Let In.)
{2x.}

Ross (Verse Three)

My dick a big stretch and to tell a bitch fetch.
Tell you to her ass after you bought that bitch breast.
Her head average,
My head water,
By now you can see my palace right off the of Florida.
I'm into fine fish, with a lime twist,
Veggies on the of course,
appetizers.
Let Mercedes chill,
Roll with a SEAL.
the Yacht Club,
Wodie me? Your lady will.
Still champagne,
Or is it
Fuck it, fine wine.
My a virgo.
I do the signs,
Unless it'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 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) Let them in. (Let them in.)
{4x.}

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