Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

L.L. J. is hard 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 like 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 E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and
Cut Creator the record with his fingernail
the bells

The of crowd rockers finally is back
My is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you 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 well cause that's the name of this jam
the bells

Some will like this jam and some girls won't
Cause I make a lot of money and boyfriend don't
L.L. to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers to do this well
Rock the

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

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

So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on
He'll cut the record in a second, make your DJ blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I 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 gotta your turn
Some suckers like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I
I'm growin' and glowin' a forest blaze
Do you Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm on the mic the help of the bells
no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well
the bells