Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

L.L. Cool J. is as hell
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 starvin' like Marvin for a J. song
If you and thought I died, you definitely was wrong
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut 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 scratch the record his fingernail
Rock the

The king of crowd rockers finally is
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 take a step because it's def and plus it's by 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 this jam and some girls
Cause I make a lot of money and your don't
L.L. went to hell, rock 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
never skip it, only rip it when he's on the fader
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you the episode who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader a cut mobile
So precise with a slice that you know greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you know, what do you know, Earl the weed
I go to the store and get Old
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance you might get smacked
the bells

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

So to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' boots
ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when you learn
Want to be Cool J., you gotta wait 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' like a blaze
Do you Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the
There's no what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well
Rock the