Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've been waitin' and debatin' for oh so
starvin' like Marvin for a Cool J. song
If you cried and thought I died, you definitely was
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut along
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 scratch the record with his
Rock the

The king of crowd finally is back
My is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your in my lap
The is kickin' always 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

Some girl's will this jam and some girls won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend
L.L. went to hell, rock 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 is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never skip it, rip it when he's on the fader
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you the episode who's on the wheels
He'll the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice that you know greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you know, do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you get smacked
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The bells are circulatin' the in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s name
Cut Creator's good, J. is good-good
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 glory days Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, sense
If beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
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So listen to the lines of rhyme, I on time
He'll cut the in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when you learn
to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some 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 Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm on the mic the help of the bells
There's no delayin' what I'm as I'm rockin' you well
Rock the