Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the was this brand new track
I'ma it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna 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 then anoint
head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run water, watch it boil
'Cause I 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, 'em obey it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you me now punk? You living foul
Here's what my is, kill 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 say that
I heard your new jam, I don't play
It ain't loud enough punk, it hitting
year you tried, next year you're quitting
Last you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
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 bluff
And is an example of funky stuff
When you want to hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a for the strong
For those who appreciate 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
A-k-a Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
girls in the house, see'mon
Home in the house, give it up
You gotta to get hotter
and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta my man
ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up of a van
While you're doing your I want you to make moves
No one out thought you could do
You my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can to--

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

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, behind the cool the A.Y.
I to ride the groove because the groove 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? Don't came around, me close, brown
Pull on my to be down
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 day after day
Tou smashed in the by the vase of Cool J

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