Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

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

The of crowd rockers finally is back
My voice is 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 because def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator on the fader, my man
We rock the bells so very well that's the name of this jam
the bells

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

Now I'm world-wide known, you like it or not
My one man is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never skip it, only rip it when on the fader
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you know the who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut
So precise with a 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 lookin' headed girls get back
there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the

The bells are circulatin' the in your veins
Why are on the tip, L.L.'s your name
Cut Creator's good, Cool J. is
You bring the pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like and roll
Cause it ain't the days 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 were made of meat, then they would have 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 wearin' high-heel
Like ballerinas, what I mean is 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 don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and like 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 you well
the bells