Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

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

Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and
after second, it's the record he's catchin'
His hands are so fast it's a medical riddle
With the split and the mixer in the middle

Back and his hands fly
With the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle eye
after record he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts then he cuts vice versa

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

So bust a 'cause you know he's def
He's my DJ the Jazzy Jeff

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

The magnificent Jazzy wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records like a warrior
If your don't know who I'm talking to
I'm to you

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

So you can dig grave 'cause there no way
That you ever 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 down
His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Townes

Commandin' the cut, he's always on
DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal you should be told
my DJ Jazzy 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 Jazzy we gonna do a little different right now
is what I want you to do for me
I you to tell all these people your name
Jazzy 'em your name

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

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

Now make the burp
Say me
Now make the sound like a bird
Now it chirp

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

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

They'll delight you, you know that right
If you a stick of dynamite his cuts would ignite you
The DJ on the wheels be matched
So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cold cut