Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've waitin' and debatin' for oh so long
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
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J.
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the of course
I'm a tower full of with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his
the bells

The of crowd rockers finally is back
My voice is your choice as the wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I taken no crap
I'm and designin' with your girl in my lap
The is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the so very well cause that's the name of this jam
the bells

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

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

The bells are circulatin' the in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s name
Cut good, Cool J. is good-good
You bring the pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and
Why do you like Cool J., we rock and roll
Cause it ain't the glory days 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 were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
the bells

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