Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've been and debatin' for oh so long
starvin' like Marvin for a Cool J. song
If you and thought 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 tower full of with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the with his fingernail
Rock the

The king of rockers finally is back
My voice is choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' you like it that way
You take a because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the bells so very well cause that's the name of jam
the bells

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

Now I'm known, whether you like it or not
My one man is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never skip it, only rip it when on the fader
my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut
So precise with a slice that you he's greater
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, roles the weed
I go to the and get Old Gold
So all you crabby lookin' headed girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance you might get smacked
Rock the

The are circulatin' the blood 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 and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like and roll
Cause it ain't the glory days with Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, sense
If their were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
the bells

So listen to the of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the record in a second, your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel
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 Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't me, but I'm not concerned
(s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and like a forest blaze
Do you like 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 sayin' as I'm rockin' you
the bells