Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

L.L. Cool J. is as hell
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 waitin' and debatin' for oh so
starvin' like Marvin for a Cool J. song
If you cried and thought I died, you was wrong
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator
Evened up with E-Love down the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the of course
I'm a full of power with rain and hail
Cut scratch the record with his fingernail
the bells

The king of crowd rockers finally is
My voice is your choice as the wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' your girl in my lap
The bass is always stickin' cause 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 that's the of this jam
Rock the

Some girl's like 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 this
the bells

Now I'm world-wide known, whether you it or not
My one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a.
He'll skip it, only rip it when he's on the fader
What's my name, Cut Creator
Now you know the who's on the wheels
He'll the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice 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 girls get back
Cause a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the

The bells are circulatin' the blood in your
Why are on the tip, L.L.'s your name
Cut good, Cool J. is good-good
You bring the pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and
Why do you like Cool J., we like and roll
Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they would 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 your DJ look
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait turn
suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a blaze
Do you Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm you well
Rock the