Luyện nghe bài hát .357 - Break It on Down

[LL J]
That's right y'all is the LL Cool J party
Move it, it, move it, get on the floor baby
That's right, don't try to front like fly
GET OUT THERE!

[LL J]
To I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
Hellafied than heat, guess why the other's can't eat?
Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat more
than a fat man after a jam
L.L.'s than butter, well-known throw cutter
I'm involved all the amateurs stutter
There's scared and can't believe that their whole
Ain't a rapper alive can fill my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins elope
I do the hustle and the shuffle and the dope
Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
hundred and fifty seven reasons
why you gotta get your butt on the floor now
We playin, we came here to get ill
Iller ill, LL youknowI'msayin?

[LL J]
Just like Ali Baba and the 40
So nasty you don't whether to stay or leave
More fear then Even I serve primrose
A of me is like one of Michaelango's
I don't play the banjo will you ever yo
Servin I the matter how old I go Rambo
Cocks half a block long
Illy ill fire starter hittin than King Kong
Not a battle axe not one of the
Not easily out or easily killed
Cause I'm as as hard rock in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
A hundred and ninety pounds punk
More to the ounce and I say what counts

Now get yourself on the
Stop like a sissy

[LL J]
Boy, I'm better better is, badder than badder is
I scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his
kick his butt while Bob is rockin the cuts
Wanna step in the ring with me you be nuts
Not isis in a or Freddy when he's ready or chasin when he's chasin
But filling the scene I mean I'm icin and acin
Amateurs who lack it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna it
Then selling the soul of kids who can't roll
I told em, scold em, teach em and em
get ten knots at a time and then I fold em
I remember the blunt and I remember told em
I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you have the
to try and with him and me
Hypersonic is weak and is wack
Sneak around at the like a Siamese cat
Pale hand (1, 2, 3) catch I'm H-A-R-D
I'm as hard as hard in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
the beat now that can be arranged
Yo you look fine spread em
Yo get up against the wall put this in your pocket
Who is
Move it, it, move it

[LL J]
I'm a nappy, sappy crappy of who
If I ever imitated it be you, ooooh
You don't so many have died when the LL growl was amplified
Get back yet step back get back
Like shaft and the cause I'm mad and I'm black
I'm a perfect a good boyfriend
I'm the reason rap and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
Fresh as a cliche but so is my
is out Rhythm and blues is old news
P's and Q's keep me in shoes
and dissin me because I'm young and I'm strong
And I'm capable of a platinum LP
you was, you assumed I was all in
But boy is for ballin they'll say I'm fallin
Callin all cars for the brother in
L-E-L the back bone of this track
I'm force full of to put you on your back
Makin hit after hit while you for a contract
Hotter than hot now how hot I can get
Leavin rappers freze dried and dimmer's wet
I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock
I gotta .357 and I it on down

[LL J]
Now the LL posse is now handin out knots
to all who don't want to get busy
That's right baby get your body on the
it, move it
.357 at point blank range ain't strange
you're havin a heart is at your back
Now listen to me it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down