Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've been waitin' and debatin' for oh so
Just starvin' like for a Cool J. song
If you cried and I died, you definitely was wrong
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator
up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record of
I'm a tower full of with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the with his fingernail
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 ain't taken no
I'm rhymin' and with your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always 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 bells so well cause that's the name of this jam
the bells

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

Now I'm world-wide known, 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 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 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 and get Old Gold
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you get smacked
Rock the

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

So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on
He'll cut the record in a second, your DJ look blind
So all you suckers wearin' high-heel boots
ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not
(s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest
Do you Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
There's no what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well
Rock the