Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, the jump off right here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Queen Bee, nigga
It's the jump off, on

I gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off
in the club in case somethin' jumps off
And up before the hive, let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get off

All we do is party
And buy everybody at the bar
Black dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to in somebody's Ferrari

Spread love, that's a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her,
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better the peace, aiyyo
Or out come the

We the best still there's room for
Our presence is felt like a Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights, back to with 'em
And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times

This is for my
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, three inch rims
Jumpin' out the with the Tims, keep your bread up

And live
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
Special delivery for you and
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for hood then make some noise

I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich
Don't he know Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh, let me show you what I'm all
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my

Shake up the dice, throw your ice
Bet it all playa, the price
Money ain't a thing, throw it out like
Been around the world, cop the same twice

Rub on my tits, on my ass
some, step on the gas
Pop the and roll up the hash
You what we about, sex, drugs and cash

This is for my
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, three inch rims
out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up

And good
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

Enter the world of the Playboy, pin up
Buttnaked, dressed in nothin' but
You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm
And ya wanna eat me ya say I'm sexy

Got a man in Japan and a dude in
Believe me, sweety, I got enough to the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad that's pretty
Chicks by the layers and all different

Mafioso, that's how thing go
Now everybody come get with the
Shake your body, body, move your body,
On the dance floor, hurt nobody body

I'm the one that put the Range in the
I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's over
Comin' through in the Brooklyn gear
We 'gone do this just Big Poppa was here

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, twenty three rims
out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up

And live
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, your bread up
and worldwide and stay fly nigga, yeah, man
Right, right, right, right, Bee, LB

Two thousand and fuckin' three, why We makin' it hot
to know the spot, come on, aiyyo
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? on, yeah
B.I.G., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh