Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this new track
slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna it up
I did it, but the didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and me
Proving a that I'm a serious joint
You can me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
'Cause I 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em it, made 'em obey it---huh!
Prince of the growl is on the
How you me now punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my is--

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't
This year you tried, next year you're
year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
the gangster 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 this is an example of stuff
When you want to make hits, you make 'em this
They ain't like this they don't hit, they
It's a record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate rap songs
how I won't allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power,

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a Todd Smith
Hard like steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex
Home girls in the house,
girls in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People don't how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I slice my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
him and slap him up inside of a van
While you're doing your I want you to make moves
No one out thought you could do
You know my name and my and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can 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 double platinum, I'm watching you get
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, behind the cool the A.Y.
I to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close,
on my jock to be down
You to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while I'm emcees
I'm gonna keep on you with rough LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the by the vase of Cool J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a stalker
A killing machine, a savage talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, you know
my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't the channel
Don't let me hear you say I debonair
I'm better than any out there
As a of fact, suckers can't compare
When I rocking the mic stop and stare, at..