Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

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

Scratchin' and 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 mixer in the

and forth his hands fly
With the speed of a that'll puzzle your eye
Record after record he has no mercy
Left cuts right then he cuts 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 wreckin'
He gets like a king when he's on the scene

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

People ask me everytime I emcee
Why do I brag so much about my 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 a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't who I'm talking to
I'm to you

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

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

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

Commandin' the cut, he's always on
He's DJ Jazzy and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal you should be told
my DJ Jazzy 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 want you to tell all these people your
Jazzy tell 'em your

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

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

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

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

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

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