Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna it up
I did it, but the devil didn't me
I did it for the who tried to shake and bake me
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then anoint
Your with oil--lots 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!
of the growl is on the prowl
How you me now punk? You living foul
Here's my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my is--

Jack the
the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the
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
Last year you I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake
Pump it up and play it so they it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an example of funky
When you want to hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they hit, they miss
a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who real rap songs
Listen how I won't myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power,

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a James Todd
Hard penitentiary steel
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
girls in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, it up
You gotta to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
don't know how nice 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 your dance I you to make moves
No one out thought 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 old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, my, play my
J on the back, the cool without 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
you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? came 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 down
to please while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with LPs
Day day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the 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 I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, straight from
Kicking it mean, it clean
And you've seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, this beats
I go to the show, and emcees, don't you know
Moving my hand I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't the channel
let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any out there
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..