Luyện nghe bài hát Jump

Gold medals, them my models
Rollin' old models, old schools
Flowin' cold and goin' follows
Flower bearin', it petals to the floor
Power sharin', call it devils to the
Power, power, 'til ain't no devils
Flower, flowers, they be at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the of my drum
It was Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn't trappin' no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that for them figures
Her fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get
She pointed at her pistol so I properly
Told me, out in the streets, she ain't have no competition
And with me up on beats, then we shared the same description
a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here's my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and go and spit 'em
Then we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better 'em
we take 'em to the record store and sell a couple million"

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see these niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
From a to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted for the streets
it might take 'bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you gotta do it twice
But I need a lil' more info on exactly I write
Some details a female, 'bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My is like a bitch, and I'm just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas bussin'
Like that boycott was over and that we had it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from to a hunnid
Now we from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin' out the window with thumper she was dumpin'
Had a look upon her face that made me that she was cummin'
We was swervin', jumped the
And ditched the and started runnin'
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a tall
So we ducked behind a and that's how we got overlooked
I was shook and hard
And she was sittin' smokin' kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around "What is this?"
And we looked up and a light came down
And us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see these other niggas, do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, it happen

Well now this the shit I'm 'bout, the shit that I've been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a feel right at home
Now the bitches?
Get intergalactic asses to clappin'
down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to
And who needs Atlanta when you're on gettin' a lapdance
a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I burn this shit up
Why you standin' there lookin', nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this pussy, let me know how it work
I'm just sayin', I'm be there and I ain't in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah
I ain't in no

Ayy I thought you couldn't rap, when'd you how to do that?
Then what you me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, even be in this ho
If you told me the jump we wouldn't be on this UFO
But I that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
thought that I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot
But first thing's be first, when we get back to that earth
I'ma go back to them raps and you can go back to work, nigga

I already got the money, got the bitches
I see other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
Nigga goin' home, home!
From a to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it
You can me, I don't care—No!

Ayy look, the basic is, you can do whatever you wanna do.
I ain't 'bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this?
Like we time and shit.
You go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, rap. No you can't, nigga, this is space.
You can't, that, we goin' home. DROGAS!