Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go

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

[Chorus:
So get your parachute, and row 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 your
Signal your plane, yes we get on them and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

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

Jim]
So get your parachute, and row your nigga
Signal plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, bo! Bo! bo!
Now row your boat 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, notta
I squeeze more fire, coppers
Hear that, squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the toon boy, we 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 wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, 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, get a tatse
Nigga i ride, how i drive, how i fly, sky, ha ha ha im hot
So high, so fly, by, oh why, oh my, and i dont know why
Whoaa...

[Chorus:
So get your parachute, and row your 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!