Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this brand new
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 who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, it boil
'Cause I made 'em play it, 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, 'em obey it---huh!
Prince of the growl is on the
How you like me now punk? You living
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, the Ripper
Hercules!

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard new jam, I don't play that
It ain't enough punk, it ain't hitting
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 of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, miss
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 James Todd
like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
Home in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
Moving and grooving, and always a lot of
People don't 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 your dance I want you to make
No one out there you could do
You my name and my game 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 what hip hop is boy

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get
out the way I say my, display my, play my
J on the back, the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the is smooth
It makes me and I'll improve
As it on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close,
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 throw down
to please while 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 on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage talker
Jason an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The prince of hip hop, from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've never seen anybody 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 any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, can't compare
I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..