Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've been waitin' and debatin' for oh so
Just like Marvin for a Cool J. song
If you and thought I died, you definitely was wrong
It took a thought, I brought Cut Creator 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 record his fingernail
Rock the

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

Some girl's will like this jam and some won't
Cause I a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna the bells
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 band is Cut Creator a.k.a.
He'll skip it, only rip it when he's on the fader
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode who's on the
He'll drive the cross like a cut mobile
So precise a slice that you know he's greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you know, what do you know, Earl the weed
I go to the and get Old Gold
So all you crabby nappy headed girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance you might get smacked
the bells

The bells are the blood in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your
Cut good, Cool J. is good-good
You the wood pecker, I'll bring the wood
The are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we rock and roll
Cause it ain't the days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know make Madonna scream
You Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then 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 DJ look blind
So all you suckers wearin' high-heel boots
ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you wait your turn
Some suckers like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like J.
That's right, I'm on the mic the help of the bells
There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm you well
the bells