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
Listen to the funky beat, my is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and me
Proving a point that I'm a joint
You can me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your with oil--lots of oil
Make it run water, watch 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 living
what 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, the Ripper
Hercules!

Back for the payback, I say that
I heard your new jam, I play that
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This you tried, next year you're quitting
Last you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again a doubt
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 don't
And this is an of funky stuff
When you to make hits, you make 'em like this
They like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the
For who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off
back, I got the power, I'm--

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a James Todd
Hard like penitentiary
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
girls in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People don't know how 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 thought you 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 Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, the cool without the A.Y.
I love to the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and improve
As it goes on, as it on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How that sound? came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my to be down
You to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw
Aiming to while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the by the vase of Cool J

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