Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

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

The king of crowd finally is back
My voice is your choice as the wax
True as a wizard, a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm and designin' with your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' 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 very well cause the name of this jam
Rock the

Some girl's will like jam and some girls won't
Cause I make a lot of money and boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the
All you washed up want to do this well
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Now I'm known, whether you like it or not
My one man band is Cut a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never skip it, only rip it he's on the fader
my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader a cut mobile
So precise with a that you know he's greater
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed get back
there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the

The are circulatin' the blood in your 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 are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and
Cause it ain't the days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then would have to be mince
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So listen to the lines of rhyme, I on time
He'll cut the record in a second, make 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 your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not
Six-g (s) for minutes is the pay I earn
I'm and glowin' like a forest blaze
Do you like Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the
no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well
Rock the