Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not bigger biggy,
Bitch I'm 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 spinach?
'Cause I'm the anchor.
up an acre of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple nautical knots, I call my to cop,
Rico for women,
Hit to shop.
larger than life,
Call this the Club,
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get your up.
She walking and forth,
She itching 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 over for him- Put that on my chord.

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

Rick (Verse Two)

all the middle men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Speaking Creole with gentlemen as I the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a star in St. Barth's,
The fat Tommy Lee, I out with like 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 selling keys this just how we it would be.
No one with me,
But that's how it goes.
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the clothes.
I hustle 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.}

Ross (Verse Three)

My dick a big stretch and quick to tell a fetch.
Tell you to her ass after you bought that bitch breast.
Her head average,
My above water,
By now you can see my right off the coast of Florida.
I'm fine fish, with a slight lime twist,
on the side of course,
appetizers.
Let your 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,
the other things.
No one with 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 them in. (Let in.)
{4x.}

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