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 gonna eat it up
to the funky beat, my tongue 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 point that I'm a serious
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
Your with oil--lots of oil
it run like water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em it, made 'em say it
'em okay it, made 'em obey it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you me now punk? You living 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 say that
I heard new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it hitting
year you tried, next year you're quitting
Last year you I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
It's the gangster boogie, the sound
Pump it up and play it so hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an example of stuff
When you want to make hits, you 'em like this
They like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a for the strong
For those who real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow to go off track
back, I got the power, I'm--

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
Home girls in the house, it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always a lot of
People know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
Kidnap him and him up inside of a van
While you're doing dance I want 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, that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm 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 without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove the groove 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 came around, me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be
You need to stay down, way down, you're low down
Do dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on you with rough LPs
Day after day 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 who thought I had relaxed
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've never seen anybody rock the
All you beataholics, this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and emcees, don't you know
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, can't compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..