Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not than biggy,
Bitch I'm bigger you.
It's a boat if it cost you like a milli or two.
Gotta kick off shoes,
let's take a cruise,
my captain now relax,
Let him do he do.
Okay who spinach?
I'm reeling 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 than life,
Call this the Club,
Before you join us, bitch you get your stocks up.
She back and forth,
She itching to fuck,
And then I heard her whisper: ("Girl, you he rich as fuck.")
the seven seas,
There is no breeze.
If he indulge in jealousy his ass breathe.
Man 'cause he going 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 middle men, I'm the Gilligan,
Speaking 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 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 us, bitch you gotta get your stocks up.
the seven seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started keys 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 more me 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 them in. (Let In.)
{2x.}

Ross (Verse Three)

My a big stretch and quick to tell a bitch fetch.
Tell you to kiss her ass after you bought that breast.
Her head 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,
on the side of course,
appetizers.
Let your chill,
Roll with a SEAL.
This the Club,
Wodie me? Your lady will.
spilling 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.
of last year, and all the money's made,
Now it's investing,
the other things.
No one agrees me,
But that's how it goes,
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the 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 ladies know is the Yacht Club.
(Jamaican in background)
BUMBACLOT!!