Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

Well, it's true that I'm the reignin' kick of the
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 he's on the cross cut

Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and
Second after second, it's the he's catchin'
His hands are so that it's a medical riddle
With the turntables and the mixer in the middle

Back and his hands fly
the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle your eye
Record after record he has no mercy
cuts right then he cuts vice 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 respected a king when he's on the scene

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

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

The Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records a samurai warrior
If your DJ's don't know who I'm to
I'm to you

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

So you can dig your 'cause there no way
That you 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 he's
His is Jazzy Jeff aka Jeff Townes

Commandin' the cut, always on track
DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal safety you should be
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 do a little sumthin' different right now
This is I want you to do for me
I want you to all these people your name
Jazzy tell 'em name

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

Now Jazzy I 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
[Incomprehensible] of them, none of them

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

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

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

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