Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was brand new track
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 didn't me
I did it for the suckers who to shake and bake me
Proving a point I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and me, and then I'll anoint
Your with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, it boil
I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em it, made '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, is what my aim is
A washed up rapper a washer, my name is--

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it hitting
This year you tried, next year you're
Last you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
It's the boogie, the earthquake sound
it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I bluff
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, miss
It's a strong record, a for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap
Listen how I 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 penitentiary
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
Home in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always a lot of
don't know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I slice my man
ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and him up inside of a van
you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm to do
Party people, lemme see if you can to--

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

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting
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 love to ride the groove because the is smooth
It me move and I'll improve
As it on, as it flows on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be
You need to down, way down, because 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 hitting you with LPs
Day day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a stalker
A killing machine, a street talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The prince of hip hop, straight Queens
Kicking it mean, it clean
And you've never seen rock the party
All you funky beataholics, beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, you know
Moving my 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 matter of fact, suckers can't
I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..