Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was brand new track
I'ma slow it up and it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who to shake and bake me
Proving a that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll
Your with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, it boil
'Cause I made 'em it, made 'em say it
'em okay it, made 'em obey it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you like me now You living foul
Here's what my game is, kill is my aim is
A washed up rapper a washer, my name is--

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I your new jam, I don't play that
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, year you're quitting
Last you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake
Pump it up and play it so they it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an of funky stuff
When you to make hits, you make 'em like this
They like this they don't hit, they miss
a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who real rap songs
Listen how I won't myself to go off track
back, I got the power, I'm--

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
James Todd Smith
Hard like steel
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
Home in the house, see'mon
Home in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
don't know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in
Kidnap him and him up inside of a van
While doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you do
You know my name and my game and I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance

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

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm busier
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, behind the cool the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is
It makes me move and I'll
As it on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the on
How that sound? Don't came around, me close, brown
on my jock to be down
You to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna down
Aiming to please I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you rough LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the face by the 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 the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, straight from
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've never seen anybody the party
All you beataholics, this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and emcees, don't you know
Moving my hand I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, change the channel
Don't let me you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any emcee out
As a matter of fact, can't compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..