Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

L.L. Cool J. is as hell
Battle anybody I don't who you tell
I excel, they all
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L rock the bells

You've been and debatin' for oh so long
Just starvin' like Marvin for a J. song
If you cried and thought I died, you definitely was
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut along
up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the of course
I'm a tower full of power with and hail
Cut Creator scratch the with his fingernail
Rock the

The king of rockers finally is back
My voice is your as the hottest wax
as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' you like it that way
You take a step it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the bells so very cause that's the name of this jam
the bells

Some girl's will like this jam and girls won't
Cause I a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the
All you up rappers want to do this well
Rock the

Now I'm world-wide known, you like it or not
My one man is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never it, only rip it when he's on the fader
my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode on the wheels
He'll drive the cross like a cut mobile
So with a slice that you know he's greater
my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earl the weed
I go to the store and get Old
So all you crabby nappy headed girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance you might get smacked
Rock the

The are circulatin' the blood in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your
Cut Creator's good, Cool J. is
You the wood pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we rock and roll
Cause it ain't the glory with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, they would have to be mince
the bells

So to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the record in a second, make your DJ blind
So all you jerry-curl wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you
Want to be Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't me, but I'm not concerned
(s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we Cool J.
right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you
the bells