Luyện nghe bài hát Yacht Club

Rick (Verse One):

He not than biggy,
Bitch I'm bigger you.
just a boat if it cost you like a milli or two.
Gotta off your shoes,
let's take a cruise,
Here's my now relax,
Let him do he do.
Okay who rolling
'Cause I'm the anchor.
up an acre of grass,
up in Jamaica.
Couple knots, I call my Cubanos to cop,
Puerto for women,
Hit to shop.
Living larger life,
Call this the Club,
Before you join us, you gotta get your stocks up.
She back and forth,
She itching to fuck,
And then I her whisper: ("Girl, you know he rich as fuck.")
the seven seas,
There is no breeze.
If he indulge in his ass better breathe.
Man overboard 'cause he overboard,
it's over for him- Put that on my vocal chord.

(CHORUS)
There's a party, on.
All the dem welcome,
To the Club.
(Magazeen) Let them in.
{2x.}

Rick (Verse Two)

all the middle men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan,
Speaking with gentlemen as I cruise the Caribbean.
Oh Lord, I'm a star in St. Barth's,
The fat Tommy Lee, I made out with like broads.
But up in Rica,
I get the of features.
She no no Ingles,
Maybe Fat Joe teach her.
barrels of reefer,
Only the Club.
Before you join us, bitch you gotta get your up.
the seven seas,
There is no breeze,
When we started selling keys this just how we thought it be.
No one with me,
But just how it goes.
I'm the genius, no reference to the ugly clothes.
I still hustle for dough but no me scuffing my soles.
Make the and trust me the customer's sold.
I'm in the Gulf,
I think So Def.
was in control,
Because hoe left.

(CHORUS)
There's a party, on.
All the dem welcome,
To the Club.
Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in. (Let In.)
{2x.}

Ross (Verse Three)

My dick a big stretch and to tell a bitch fetch.
Tell you to her ass after you bought that bitch breast.
Her head average,
My head water,
By now you can see my palace off the coast of Florida.
I'm fine fish, with a slight lime twist,
on the side of course,
appetizers.
Let Mercedes chill,
Roll with a SEAL.
This the Club,
trust me? Your lady will.
Still champagne,
Or is it
it, it's fine wine.
My a virgo.
I do the signs,
it's dollar's on them.
I'm the of the boat,
collar on them.
Thinking of year, and all the money's made,
Now corporate investing,
Amongst the things.
No one agrees me,
But just how it goes,
I'm the greedy genius, no to the ugly clothes.

(CHORUS)
There's a party, on.
All the dem welcome,
To the Club.
(Magazeen) Let them in. (Let them in.)
{4x.}

-You gotta let the know what is the Yacht Club.
(Jamaican in background)
BUMBACLOT!!