Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this new track
slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the 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 that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then anoint
Your head with of oil
it run like water, watch it boil
'Cause I 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you like me now You living foul
Here's what my is, kill is what 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 your new jam, I don't that
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next you're quitting
Last year you 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 funky
you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this don't hit, they miss
a strong 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
A-k-a James Todd
Hard like penitentiary
Breaking necks while I flex my sex
Home girls in the house,
Home in the house, give it up
You gotta to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
People don't how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in
Kidnap him and slap him up of a van
While doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out thought you could do
You know my and my game and what I'm here to do
people, lemme see if you can dance to--

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

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
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 groove the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll
As it on, as it flows on
you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't around, playing me close, brown
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
Aiming to please while I'm emcees
I'm keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day day after day
Tou in the face by the vase of Cool J

I'm a on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street
Jason an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've never seen anybody the party
All you beataholics, this 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 debonair
I'm better any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can't
When I rocking the mic stop and stare, at..