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
to the funky beat, my tongue 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 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 water, watch it boil
I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you me now punk? You living 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, the Ripper
Hercules!

Back for the payback, I say that
I your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it hitting
year 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 earthquake
it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an example of funky
When you want to hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, miss
a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who real rap songs
Listen how I won't myself to go off track
back, I got the power, I'm--

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a James Smith
Hard like penitentiary
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
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
sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
him and slap him up inside of a van
While doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there you could do
You know my name and my and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can 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 platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, my, play my
J on the back, behind the cool the A.Y.
I love to ride the because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and improve
As it goes on, as it on
you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, me close, brown
on my jock to be down
You need to down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the of rap is gonna throw down
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 beast on the microphone, a stalker
A killing machine, a savage talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the who thought I had relaxed
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And never seen anybody rock the party
All you beataholics, this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and emcees, don't you know
Moving my like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, change the channel
let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, can't compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..