Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

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

The king of crowd rockers finally is
My is your choice as the hottest wax
as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' your 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 cause that's the name of jam
the bells

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

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, only rip it when he's on the
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you the episode who's on the wheels
drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice you know he's greater
my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, roles the weed
I go to the and get Old Gold
So all you lookin' nappy headed girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one that you might get smacked
the bells

The bells are circulatin' the in your veins
Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.'s your
Cut Creator's good, J. is good-good
You bring the pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at body 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 so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then 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 high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you wait your turn
Some suckers like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like J.
right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you
the bells