Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

Well, true that I'm the reignin' kick of the throne
But with all my strength, I 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

and mixin', mixin' and scratchin'
Second second, it's the record he's catchin'
His hands are so fast that it's a medical
With the split and the mixer in the middle

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

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

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

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

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

So come on 'cause in a battle you win
'Cause my DJ will tear butt limb from limb
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 'cause there no way
That you could be saved

Because the DJ cuts the 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, always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut
So for your personal safety you 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 we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now
This is what I you to do for me
I want you to tell all these your name
tell 'em your name

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

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

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

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

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

They'll delight you, you know that 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