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 rock the

You've been waitin' and for oh so long
starvin' like Marvin 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 E-Love down with the Cool J.
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the of course
I'm a tower of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his
the bells

The king of crowd finally is back
My voice is choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no
I'm rhymin' and designin' your girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always cause you like it that way
You take a because 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 that's the of this jam
Rock the

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

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

The bells are 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 bring the
The are wippin' 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 Bruce
I'm not a so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and all the way, ever sense
If beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince
the bells

So to the lines 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, 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 minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' a forest blaze
Do you like Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm on the mic the help of the bells
no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you well
Rock the