Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

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

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard your new jam, I play that
It ain't enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next year quitting
Last 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 it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an example of funky
When you want to make hits, you 'em like this
ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the
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 James Smith
like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
Home girls in the house, it up
You want to get hotter
and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People don't know how I am
sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in
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, see if you can dance to--

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

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get
out the way I say my, display my, play my
J on the back, behind the without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll
As it goes on, as it on
you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close,
on my jock to be down
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 keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the face by the of Cool J

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