Luyện nghe bài hát Jamaican Joint

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Go are

Clowns don't around, pound pounds i pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I
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)
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Taylors
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug
You drinkin' old gold, rockin old gold
We in gold, at the Rose Bowl
you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, im so cold, my folds
Killa!

Jim Jones]
So get your parachute, and row your nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them 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!

So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat
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 most impressive, ride through Tana's
Thats where them grams be found, through the broadway side
And where they always reside, and so raw yay,
You know all them be outside
them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we the slums
You know our toys be outside, boy to ride,
Five-hundred on the block
the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them for the rocks
Look i came up from that, cookin' that from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, how I got'em Damn!

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 boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly like Bo! Bo!

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

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