Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

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

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

girl's will like this jam and some girls won't
Cause I make a lot of 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 is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot
He'll never it, only rip it when he's on the fader
my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you the episode who's on the wheels
drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice that you he's greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you know, do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old
So all you crabby lookin' headed girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance you might get smacked
the bells

The bells are circulatin' the blood in your
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 wippin' and rippin' at 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 make scream
You hated Michael and all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be
the bells

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 high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you
Want to be like Cool J., you wait your turn
Some suckers don't me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty is the pay I earn
I'm and glowin' like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we Cool J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the
There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you
the bells