Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is beat it up
I did it, but the didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and me
Proving a that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
Your head oil--lots of oil
it run like water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em play it, 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em it---huh!
Prince of the growl is on the
How you me now punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my is--

Jack the
the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the
Hercules!

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard your new jam, I don't play
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next year you're
year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and without a doubt
It's the boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And is an example of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you 'em like this
ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a record, a record for the strong
For those who real rap songs
how I won't allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power,

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a James Todd
Hard like penitentiary
Breaking necks while I flex my sex
Home in the house, see'mon
Home in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I slice my man
ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up of a van
you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you do
You know my name and my game and what I'm to do
Party people, see if you can dance to--

it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old sucker punk what real hip hop is boy

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the is smooth
It makes me and I'll improve
As it on, as it flows on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How that sound? came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be
You need to down, way down, because you're low down
Do dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you rough LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the by the vase of Cool J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a stalker
A killing machine, a savage talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the who thought I had relaxed
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen anybody the party
All you funky beataholics, this beats
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, you know
Moving my like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't
I'm better than any out there
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I rocking the mic stop and stare, at..