Luyện nghe bài hát Fresh from Yard

Likkle Kim 'longside Man
(Zagga, zow, zow, zow)
Bumba, star, yo, yo
America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the
We're comin' at you Kim, where you at

Gal flex, to have sex
in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks
Now you know that my style is XXX
Just ain't a gal, you no have 'nuff respect

I use to rock Sergio Tacchini, C And G
Now I'm hot steppin' in my Queen Bee
Got to match my whips from Monday to Sunday
Designers me exclusives straight off the runway

That's how it is, my is laid out
Some of y'all up but like jeans y'all fade out
Whatever, fly out the crew hit the beach in
watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties

Beenie Man and Kim callin' out
(Shout)
from east, west, north, and south
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty
Put on my unborn kids, we do it way big

Gal, up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all
A who this gal, yuh bite
And kick up and a real a man she wanna fight alright

Open up legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all
A who this gal, yuh bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight

you a toppa, toppa
(Then dem bows)
Toppa,
(Let the show)

From you a toppa,
(Mi look good mi clothes)
Toppa,
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

So mi go so, hear mi dappa man a nuh
Entertainer, worst man a toppa, toppa
Do wah, pop your collar, no bother
Spend a dollar, buy ganja and liquor cau wah

Gal yuh and yuh now together
heads and 'bout twelve hoochie mama
When car hot, pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just a real old dog

gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge
Badman a real man a nuh fraud, hey, true, what dem seh

Gal, open up the legs dem
And let me get that, and wuk you all night
A who gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she fight alright

Open up your dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all
A who this gal, yuh wanna and kick up
And a real a man she wanna fight alright

you a toppa, toppa
(Then dem bows)
Toppa,
(Let the show)

From you a toppa,
(Mi look good mi clothes)
Toppa,
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Anyway, mi have girls all nations really Haitian and Jamaican
Woman, a seh mi God's creation so dem mi consegation
Send in application, wanna mi
Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or

How when girl, fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a man?
Just slam up and mi send for Indonesian
Wife a Puerto Rican di hill mi buy a mansion
Just buy a apartment from mi fi wah Italian

One deh a BMW I mention she a German
And to each a di one mi a bag a pound from over England
Have on Netherland, African or Switzerland
Bettin' baby' mother weh mi have from yard

Likkle Kim buck a real old dog
a bad boy yah jump 'pon record
Last gal mi wuk she end up
At the morgue, mi can tell her

Gal, open up the dem wide
And let me get that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna
And up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all
A who this gal, yuh bite and kick up
And a real a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa,
(Then dem bows)
Toppa,
(Let the show)

From you a toppa,
(Mi look inna mi clothes)
Toppa,
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from East, West, North and
Say, I'm the emcee with the mouth
Put that on my kids, we do it way big