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 you're eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna it up
I did it, but the devil didn't me
I did it for the suckers who tried to and bake me
a point 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 it, made 'em obey it---huh!
of the growl is on the prowl
How you like me now You living foul
Here's what my game is, kill is my aim is
A up rapper 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 don't play
It ain't loud enough punk, it hitting
This you tried, next year you're quitting
Last year you thought I was 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 bluff
And this is an example of funky
When you want to make hits, you 'em like this
They ain't this they don't hit, they miss
It's a record, a record for the strong
For who appreciate real 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
James Todd Smith
Hard like steel
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
Home in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
People don't how nice I am
sleeping, so now I gotta slice 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 moves
No one out there thought you do
You my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance

it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old school punk what 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, my, play my
J on the back, behind the without the A.Y.
I love to ride the because the groove is smooth
It makes me and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't around, playing me close, brown
on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, you're low down
Do dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while I'm emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you rough LPs
Day day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the of Cool J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a stalker
A machine, a savage street talker
Jason an axe, but I put it on wax
To the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, from Queens
Kicking it mean, it clean
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 like I'm 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 emcee out
As a matter of fact, can't compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..