Luyện nghe bài hát .357 - Break It on Down

[LL J]
That's right this is the LL Cool J party
Move it, move it, it, get on the floor baby
right, don't try to front like your fly
GET OUT THERE!

[LL J]
To rappers I'm a on Elm Street
Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the can't eat?
I'm a carnivore and I can eat much more
than a fat man a Packer jam
L.L.'s thicker than butter, throw cutter
When I'm all the amateurs stutter
There's scared and can't believe their whole crews
Ain't a rapper alive that can my shoes
I'm on a rope virgins wanna elope
I do the hustle and the and the roper dope
Cause I'm as hard as hard in the hard rock town
I .357 and I break it on down

[LL J]
Three hundred and seven reasons
why you get your butt on the floor right now
We ain't playin, we came to get ill
Iller than ill, LL

[LL J]
Just like Ali Baba and the 40
So nasty you don't know whether to stay or
fear then Even Bluebeard I serve primrose
A of me is like one of Michaelango's
I play the banjo will you ever understand yo
Servin I mean the matter how old I go
strong half a block long
Illy ill fire starter hittin harder than King
Not a battle axe not one of the
Not knocked out or easily killed
I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I it on down

[LL J]
A hundred and five pounds punk
bounce to the ounce and I say what counts

Now get yourself on the
Stop actin like a

[LL J]
Boy, I'm better better is, badder than badder is
I won't scare em or dare em I'll just his
guts his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts
Wanna step in the ring with me you be nuts
Not isis in a crisis or Freddy he's ready or chasin when he's chasin
But filling when the scene I mean I'm and acin
Amateurs who lack it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna it
Then selling the soul of kids who can't roll
I told em, scold em, teach em and em
get paid ten knots at a time and I fold em
I remember the and I remember what told em
I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you have the
to try and with him and me
is weak and Supersonic is wack
Sneak around at the minute a Siamese cat
hand (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm H-A-R-D
I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
Rock the beat now can be arranged
Yo baby you look spread em
Yo homeboy get up against the wall put this in pocket
Who is
it, move it, move it

[LL J]
I'm a nappy, sappy imitator of who
If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you,
You know so many have died when the LL growl was amplified
Get back yet step back get back
Like shaft and the cause I'm mad and I'm black
I'm a plan a good boyfriend
I'm the rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
Fresh as a cliche but so is my
Disco is out Rhythm and is old news
P's and Q's me in your shoes
and you're me because I'm young and I'm strong
And I'm capable of makin a LP
Wrong you was, you I was all in
But boy is for ballin never say I'm fallin
Callin all for the brother in black
L-E-L the Mack back bone of track
I'm force full of to put you on your back
hit after hit while you search for a contract
Hotter than hot now how hot I can get
Leavin rappers freze dried and dimmer's wet
I'm as hard as hard rock in the rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
Now the LL posse is now out speed knots
to all who don't want to get busy
That's right get your body on the floor
Move it, it
.357 at point blank range nothin strange
you're a heart attack is at your back
Now listen to me bring it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down,