Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

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

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

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

I'm not I said it and I meant it
I'll resent it if you say that his cuts are
He's a lean, wreckin' machine
He respected 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 reason I brag and I boast the most
Is 'cause my DJ is the most from to coast

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

So come on in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ tear your butt limb from limb
He's like a runaway tank, a hip hop
And if you want a battle, you bring a shovel, my man

So you can dig your 'cause there no way
you could ever be saved

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

the cut, he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy and he's a cut maniac
So for your safety 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' different now
is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people your
Jazzy tell 'em your

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

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

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

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

His name is Jeff and the swift of the swift
The type other DJ's 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

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