Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Of All Trades

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

I'm the jack of all trades, of one
Black and underpaid, this mic gun
Put it to temple, and pop yo' pimple
Break you like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

I specify in my page from the heart
I dig down deep my psyche
excites me, the knowledge invites me
When I, on my Nike's and step to it nicely

Huh, it's any man could out-mic me
Lightning, please strike me like it did when I was a
Hit me with a hundred volts and make me smile
You name it I can aim it, it and tame it, explain it
Take it and paint it in technicolor
Directly from another place you expect no other
To by these trues and break these rules

We defy the laws of cool and sang blues and bring this news

I'm that hip-hop SPOKESman, I a coke man

A good folks man, he for the mic and broke his hand
It's not my problem, it's not my
It's not my concern, I don't give a about
Them dirty fingers, reachin for the
All up in yo' head but I'm not Dr.
Or Dr. Phil, but I still got to
white widdle, widdle, fat little pill
To take for enjoyment, to get psychadelic
I don't sell it I spill it out, and tell it so

My rap gat makes your brain
Blow up, everything that's up your hat
It's the pistons gas, in the engines
a foot in the door, we takin off the hinges

When my, dash is broken, is broken
And is open, and it's still left smokin

Okay Mr. to Ten, is it sickenin?

What kind of little box you thinkin in?Think

Draw a blank, you saw a
But didn't see my soldiers on the flank movin up another
The Hall of Fame went up in flames
When they, my name it's tension in they brains
An extension of the game and, I this claim
And break these chains and one's for the last train

I'm the of all trades, master of one
And the I mastered is blastin this mic gun
Put it to temple, and pop yo' pimple
Break you down kempo, I'm trained in the arts

We got one left to rock this beat
And seperate the good shit the weak
So, get in the groove, and feel the

And once you're spread yourself around
From the to the top, top, to the bottom
I'm, gonna 'em, while, I still got 'em
I rock this hour with style and
And this, is yo' MC
I don't if, all of you have heard
But it's up to YOU to rip.. {*vocals fade