Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

Some are good, some DJ's are fresh
Some DJ's are def
But here's a little about my DJ
The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go

Well, it's that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I couldn't do it
I need a DJ like to back me up
So when I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross cut

Scratchin' and mixin', and scratchin'
Second after second, it's the record he's
His are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntables split and the in the middle

Back and forth his fly
With the speed of a that'll puzzle your eye
Record after he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts right he cuts vice versa

I'm not I said it and I meant it
I'll it if you say that his cuts are precedented
a lean, mean wreckin' machine
He gets like a king when he's on the scene

So a move 'cause you know he's def
my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff

People often ask me I emcee
Why do I so much about my disc jockey
Well, the that I brag and I boast the most
Is my DJ is the most from coast to coast

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff destroyer
Cuttin' up records like a samurai
If your DJ's know who I'm talking to
I'm to you

So come on 'cause in a battle you win
'Cause my DJ will your butt limb from limb
like a runaway tank, a hip hop rebel
And if you want a battle, you best a shovel, my man

So you can dig your grave there no way
That you could be saved

Because the DJ cuts the to create the sound
The DJ cuts the records, he's the around
The DJ cuts the records, you know he's
His name is Jeff aka Jeff Townes

Commandin' the cut, he's always on
He's DJ Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal you should be told
That my DJ Jeff is out of control, oh my god

Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Oh my god, out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god, out of control, oh my god
Out of control, oh my god

Alright we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now
This is I want you to do for me
I you to tell all these people your name
Jazzy 'em your name

He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is

Now Jazzy I want you to tell all people
How many of these DJ's out can get with you
None, none, none of them, how many, none of
none of them, none of them

Now the record burp
Say me
Now make the record sound like a
Now make it

Now here's a that should not be forgotten
About the day my DJ turned into an
He got struck by lightning in an electrical
He got on the wheels of and began to transform

His name is Jeff and he's the swift of the
The type that other DJ's do not want to have to reckon
by my side as I rock the mic
All of his cuts are sure to excite you

They'll delight you, you know that right
If you were a stick of dynamite his would ignite you
The DJ on the can't be matched
So out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut scratch