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 with all my strength, I couldn't do it
I need a DJ like Jazzy to me up
So I'm rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut

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

Back and forth his fly
the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle your eye
Record after he has no mercy cuts
Left cuts then he cuts vice versa

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

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

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

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff destroyer
Cuttin' up records a samurai warrior
If your DJ's 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 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 grave 'cause there no way
That you could ever be

the DJ cuts the records to create the sound
The DJ the records, he's the best around
The DJ the records, you know 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 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

Alright we gonna do a little sumthin' different right now
is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all people your name
tell 'em your name

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

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

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

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

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

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