Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

Some DJ's are good, DJ's are fresh
DJ's are even def
But a little somethin' about 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 couldn't do it
I need a DJ Jazzy to back me up
So I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you can dig your grave 'cause no way
That you ever be saved

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

Commandin' the cut, he's always on
He's DJ Jazzy and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal safety you should be
That my DJ Jazzy 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

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

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

Now Jazzy I want you to all these people
How of these 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 make the sound like a bird
Now it chirp

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

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

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