Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

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

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

So on this road to success, I up in the boat o'y'all
closed by the jets
I learned my code the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this a ring
from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them po's in vests's
They stack impressive, ride 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
With them and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we the slums
You our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride,
thou on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin bow's for the rocks
Look i came up that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

Jim Jones]
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 your row your nigga, and get your parachute
Signal plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!

Santana]
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, notta
I squeeze fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of boys
that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, i see her, i wanna skeet skeet
I wanna juice that
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, me, lets see
I a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when i clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in face, quick get a tatse
Nigga i ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high i'm
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i know why
Whoaa...

Jim Jones]
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 planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high Bo! Bo!