Luyện nghe bài hát The Do Wop

L.L. J
'em well
And as you all
I am as hell

Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday
Hemmed my remote control, turned my on
Then I reached for a brush I don't use the picks
And the floor was kinda so I put on my kicks

to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's
With hardcore, heavyweight, blast
Connoisseur of and Cut Creator's fast

Jumped in the shower, it was hot
So I there a hour 'cause I like it a lot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim
Then I up Earl on the telephone

He me 'bout a jam that I could do later on
10 g's plus a Limo for one song
So I said, yeah, I was it, hung up and got geared
Got a magnifying then I brushed my beard

Rewound some tapes of Def Jam tunes
As I waited for freak to ring my bell at noon
12 came, left the door crack
The freak in a mink on her back

Put her curt on the rack, my [Incomprehensible] on
I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We drank Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "L.L., you're gonna let me taste your tongue?"

My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the
Did it so I shoulda went to jail
She left, Earl came over and we outside
in the BM to bust a joyride

Went up to A.J. in my fresh black
I'm not a on the corner trying to scrape up a meal
The girlies want sex, the try to plex
But those who flex end up with necks

some autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down Chic"
We conversated the skeezers for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks slammed the

Due 'cause I'm a people think I do crimes
don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to L.L. a hoodlum at times
But he don't my autograph's on his wife's behind

L.L. has all the washed up slobs
of rap so to hell with the mob
Don't run from the cops, making jock
And I'm only 18 more than your pops

Tormentor of toys and boyscout
And I dare any to call it noise
Peeped at the clock, it 6:03
Said later to Creator and out with E

Went up to White Castle for a chocolate
Thinking 'bout a that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my
E-Love hit the and he made up a beat

a few lines, stepped out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for
We in my ride, I took a peek at the time
It was almost 7:30 and the was at nine

L.L. Cool J soon stand at a jam
With of people screaming, "Touch my hand"
But since I had a plus a half for tat
I was searching for the cutie who's my match

Her name was Renee, her was okay
But she had the kinda that made Jay wanna play
I said, "No need to rehearse", I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girl but you a new coach"

Said, "My name's L.L.Cool, if I may
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to
Wanna mix it up baby, feel you grind
'Cause it ain't 5th grade and ain't nursery rhymes"

"And I know you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the L.L. behind closed doors
So tell buddies you're busy, tell your boyfriend beat it
Forget the silk 'cause you ain't gonna need it"

"Unplug clock, do away with the light
After five minutes or you hear me say, that's right
Your body is bad and I heard you got a
When we make you can call me daddy"

"I'm L.L. J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy but I wanna play
you, I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After that I leave you starving for me to back"

"But in the meantime, put digits down
And the time I see ya I'm going to town"
away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rolled to the jam I saw the crew on

Took a trip around the side, so I get backstage
If you me a tiger, then the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metal bands
Them flaky I crumble up like crust

Walked in my dressing room and then I heard four
They said, "L.L., you're running late and it's to rock"
Told Cut Creator the order would be
I said "Lord have mercy" and slapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the scream
And that's the very I woke up from the dream