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 cost you a milli or two.
Gotta off your shoes,
Okay let's a cruise,
Here's my now relax,
Let him do he do.
Okay who rolling
I'm reeling the anchor.
Smoke up an of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple nautical knots, I 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 her whisper: ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
Travel the seas,
is no better breeze.
If he in jealousy his ass better breathe.
Man overboard he going overboard,
Damn it's 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.}

Ross (Verse Two)

Kill all the men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Creole with gentlemen as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a star 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 teach her.
Smoking 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 just how we thought it would be.
No one agrees me,
But just how it goes.
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the clothes.
I still hustle for dough but no more me 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 and quick to tell a bitch fetch.
Tell you to her ass after you bought that bitch breast.
Her head average,
My above 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.
the Yacht Club,
Wodie trust me? lady will.
Still champagne,
Or is it
it, it's fine wine.
My a virgo.
I do the signs,
Unless it'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 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 let the ladies know what is the Yacht Club.
(Jamaican in background)
BUMBACLOT!!