Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've waitin' and debatin' for oh so long
Just starvin' like for a Cool J. song
If you and thought I died, you definitely was wrong
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J.
in the rhymin' for the record of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and
Cut Creator scratch the record his fingernail
the bells

The king of rockers finally is back
My voice is your as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and with your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus by Cool J.
Cut Creator on the fader, my man
We rock the bells so very well cause that's the 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 the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do well
the bells

Now I'm known, whether you like it or not
My one man is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never skip it, only rip it when he's on the
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you know the who's on the wheels
drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice that you he's greater
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, roles 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 that you might get
Rock the

The bells are circulatin' the in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s name
Cut Creator's good, Cool J. is
You bring the pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like J., we like rock and roll
Cause it ain't the glory with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I I'll 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 listen to the of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the in a second, make your DJ look blind
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 you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not
Six-g (s) for minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' a forest blaze
Do you Michael Jackson, we like 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
Rock the