Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

Clowns don't come around, pound i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I
Then from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fitted's touched tailored, by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old
We in rose gold, at the Rose
Send you a of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

Jim]
So get your parachute, and row boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

So on this to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the
I learned my code from the set, I took my to the death
I the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring
from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in
They stack most impressive, through Tana's town
where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be outside
With them sirens and guns, all the be outside, And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the
Look i up from that, cookin' that came from crack
New shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

[Chorus:
So get your parachute, and row boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your nigga, and get your parachute
your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

[Juelz
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all
I squeeze fire, call coppers
Hear that, squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for all the fuck-a-ree
We move the toon boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude
Move that, do that, juke girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna that girl
good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a
When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a
Nigga i ride, how i drive, how i fly, sky, ha ha ha im hot
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i know why
Whoaa...

[Chorus:
So get parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!