Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

Well, it's true that I'm the kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I couldn't do it
I need a DJ Jazzy 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 record catchin'
His hands are so fast that it's a medical
With the turntables and the mixer in the middle

Back and forth his fly
With the speed of a cheetah puzzle your eye
after record he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts right then he cuts vice

I'm not exaggerating I it and I meant 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 move you know he's def
He's my DJ the Jazzy Jeff

People often ask me 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
up records like a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't who I'm talking 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 like a tank, a hip hop rebel
And if you want a battle, you bring a shovel, my man

So you can dig your grave there no way
you could ever 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 know down
His name is Jazzy aka Jeff Townes

the cut, he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut
So for your personal safety you should be
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 different right now
This is I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people name
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 these out there can get with you
None, none, of them, how many, none of them
[Incomprehensible] none of them, of them

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

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

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

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