Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

L.L. J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I care who you tell
I excel, all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must the bells

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

The king of crowd finally is back
My voice is your as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I taken no crap
I'm and designin' with your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it 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 bells so very cause that's the name of this jam
the bells

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

Now I'm known, whether you like it or not
My one man is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
He'll skip it, only 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 a slice that you know he's greater
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you know, do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the and get Old Gold
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you might get
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The bells are circulatin' the in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your
Cut good, Cool J. is good-good
You bring the wood pecker, bring the wood
The bells are and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we rock and roll
Cause it ain't the days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever
If their beats were made of meat, then they have to be mince
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So listen to the lines of rhyme, I on time
cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' boots
Like ballerinas, 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 turn
Some suckers like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest
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' I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well
the bells