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 tongue is beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't me
I did it for the suckers who to shake and bake me
Proving a point that I'm a joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
Your head with of oil
Make it run water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you me now punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, kill is my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my is--

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

Back for the payback, I say that
I heard your new jam, I play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't
This you tried, next year you're quitting
Last year you thought I was out
But again, and again, and without a doubt
the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all
I do it up rough, tough, I bluff
And this is an example of stuff
When you want to hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the
For those who appreciate real rap
Listen how I won't allow 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
Home girls in the house, it up
You gotta to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always a lot of
People don't know how I am
sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in
Kidnap him and him up inside of a van
While you're doing dance I want you to make moves
No one out thought you could do
You know my name and my game and I'm here to do
people, lemme see if you can dance to--

it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old school punk what real 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, my, play my
J on the back, behind the without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the is smooth
It makes me move and improve
As it goes on, as it on
When you see me, don't ask if the on
How that sound? Don't came around, me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low
Do dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna on hitting you with rough LPs
Day day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the of Cool J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a stalker
A machine, a savage street talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The prince of hip hop, straight from
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've never anybody rock the party
All you beataholics, this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and emcees, don't you know
Moving my hand like I'm playing the
touch the dial, don't change the channel
Don't let me you say I ain't debonair
I'm than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..