Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

Well, true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I do it alone
I need a DJ like Jazzy to me up
So when I'm on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

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

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

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

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

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

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack
Cuttin' up like a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't know who I'm to
I'm to you

So on 'cause in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ will your butt limb from limb
He's 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 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 he's
His name is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff

Commandin' the cut, he's on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut
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 Jazzy we gonna do a little sumthin' right now
is what I want you to do for me
I you to tell all these people your name
tell 'em your name

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

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

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

Now here's a story that should not be
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 is Jeff and he's the swift of the swift
The type that other do not want to have to reckon with
He's by my as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous are sure to excite you

They'll delight you, you know that that's
If you a stick of dynamite his cuts would ignite you
The DJ on the wheels can't be
So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cut scratch