Luyện nghe bài hát The Jump Off

(Black)
Jack Johnson scared of you motherfuckers, ha, ha

(It's the off)
Yeah, y'all now,
(It's the off)
it up now, ha
(It's the off)
What you now?
(It's the off)
cool, now
(Put your up, it's the jump-off)

Yeah, it's Freak Daddy shit
(Raise your up, it's the jump off
Raise hands up, it's the jump off
your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise hands)

With so drama in the NYC
It's kinda bein' MOS Def-initely
But I, some how, way
Keep up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay

May, I, a lyric for my ghetto people?
Show me respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep horn
'Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't

I'm just a freak singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the
(Six in the morn')

So, out my manuscript
Reach up, up, for a second now bounce
This is the one that the party wile' out
Nigga, I wile' out, nigga, I said wile' out
Lemme show you what talkin' about
(C'mon)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock me now
(You are now rockin' the best)
Uh, hah, yes, unh, ha, uh, check me now
(Black Jack)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, to the beat like

(It's the off)
Get it up now
(It's the off)
C'mon, it up now
(It's the off)
Get it up now
(It's the off)
And it jump now

(Raise hands up, it's the jump off)
Uh, it up now
(Raise your up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, now
(Raise your hands up, the jump off)
it up now
(Raise hands up, it's the jump off
your hands)

Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a of rum
With just a pinch of haze and a gallon of bass
Mix with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face

Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best
You'll get burnt for thinkin' you can step to me
And the end of my little ghetto recipe

My are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then ha, ha, ha, 'em
the fuck
(Back)
No gun can
(That)

I the engi
(Neer)
And the whole
(Track)

pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to truth for the liar, liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fire

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah,
(You are now wit' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New York
Hah, 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Jack, c'mon
So incredible,
(Ohh)
Daddy shit, fire

(Woo)
Nigga, to it, uh
(Uh)
Hah
(Hah)

(Yeah)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Ridin'
(High)
low
(Low)

(Clap your now, people, clap your hands)
clean
(Clean)
Ridin'
(Dirty)

Nobody as we are, Black Jack Johnson
(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Told you my hot was incredible,
(Clap your hands now, people, clap hands)
Woo
(Woo)

(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
'em again
(Clap your hands now, people, your hands)
Hey, I don't think y'all me
(Clap hands now, people, clap your hands)
Black, Jack, ain't scared of you motherfuckers