Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this brand new
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 tried to and bake me
Proving a point I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
Your head with of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
I made 'em play it, made '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 needs a washer, my name is--

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

Back for the payback, I say that
I heard new jam, I don't play that
It ain't enough punk, it ain't hitting
This you tried, next year you're quitting
year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
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 bluff
And this is an of funky stuff
When you want to hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, miss
It's a record, a record for the strong
For who appreciate 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 Smith
like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
Home in the house, see'mon
girls in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always a lot of
People don't know how 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
While you're doing your dance I want you to make
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 dance

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

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
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 move and 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 to be down
You to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw
Aiming to please while I'm killing
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 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, straight from
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, this Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, you know
my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I debonair
I'm better any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I the mic people stop and stare, at..