Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

Some are good, some DJ's are fresh
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 reignin' of the throne
But all my strength, I couldn't do it alone
I need a DJ like to back me up
So I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

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

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

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

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

People often ask me I emcee
Why do I brag so much my disc jockey
Well, the reason that I brag and I 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 know who I'm talking to
I'm to you

So come on in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ will tear butt limb 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 there no way
That you could ever be

Because the DJ the records to create the sound
The DJ cuts the records, the best around
The DJ cuts the records, you know down
His name is Jeff aka Jeff Townes

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

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

Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is
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 DJ's out can get with you
None, none, none of them, how many, none of
[Incomprehensible] none of them, of them

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

Now here's a story that not be forgotten
About the day my DJ turned an Autobot
He got struck by lightning in an 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 cuts are sure to excite you

delight you, you know that that's right
If you were a stick of dynamite his cuts ignite you
The DJ on the wheels can't be
So check out Jazzy Jeff with a cut scratch