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 little about my DJ
The magnificent Jazzy so bust this beat, go Jazzy

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

and mixin', mixin' and scratchin'
Second after second, it's the record catchin'
His are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntables split and the 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 right then he cuts vice versa

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

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

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

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff wack
Cuttin' up records like a 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 tear your butt 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 your grave 'cause no way
That you could be saved

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

Commandin' the cut, always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut
So for personal 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 sumthin' 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

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

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

Now make the burp
Say me
Now make the record like a bird
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 steel and to transform

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

They'll delight you, you that that's 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 cut scratch