Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the was this brand new track
I'ma it up and speed 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 devil 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, 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 is, kill is what my aim is
A up rapper needs a washer, my name is--

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

Back for the payback, I say that
I your new jam, I don't play that
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, year you're quitting
year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
It's the boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And is an example of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you 'em like this
They ain't like this they hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the
For those who real rap songs
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
Hard like steel
necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home in the house, see'mon
Home in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
People don't know how I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
him and slap him up inside of a van
While you're doing dance I want you to make moves
No one out there you could do
You know my name and my game and I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance

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

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
out the way I say my, display my, play my
J on the back, behind the cool 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
you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw
Aiming to please while I'm killing
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with LPs
Day after day day
Tou in the face by the vase of Cool J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a night
A killing machine, a street talker
Jason an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The prince of hip hop, straight Queens
Kicking it mean, it clean
And you've never anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, this beats
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you
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 the mic people stop and stare, at..