Luyện nghe bài hát .357 - Break It on Down

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

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

[LL J]
Three and fifty seven reasons
why you gotta get your butt on the right now
We ain't playin, we came to get ill
Iller ill, LL youknowI'msayin?

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

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

Now get yourself on the
Stop actin a sissy

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

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

[LL J]
I'm a nappy, crappy imitator of who
If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you,
You don't know so have died when the LL growl was amplified
Get back better yet 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
as a cliche but so is my forte
Disco is out Rhythm and is old news
P's and Q's me in your shoes
and you're dissin me because I'm and I'm strong
And I'm of makin 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 in black
L-E-L the Mack back of this track
I'm force full of force to put you on 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 in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
Now the LL posse is now handin out speed
to all who don't want to get busy
That's baby get your body on the floor
Move it, it
.357 at point blank range nothin strange
havin a heart attack is at your back
Now listen to me it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down