Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

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

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

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

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

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

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