Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've waitin' and debatin' 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, I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J.
in the rhymin' for the record of course
I'm a full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the with his fingernail
Rock the

The of crowd rockers finally is back
My voice is your as the hottest wax
as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator on the fader, my man
We rock the bells so well cause that's the name of this jam
Rock the

girl's will like this jam and some girls won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend
L.L. went to hell, gonna the bells
All you up rappers want 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, rip it when he's on the fader
my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode 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, Earl roles the
I go to the and get Old Gold
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you get smacked
the bells

The are circulatin' the blood in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your
Cut Creator's good, Cool J. is
You bring the wood pecker, I'll bring the
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your and soul
Why do you Cool J., we like rock and roll
Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make scream
You hated Michael and all the way, ever sense
If their beats 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 look
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 Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a 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 as I'm rockin' you well
the bells