Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

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

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

Back and forth his fly
With the speed of a cheetah that'll your eye
Record after record he has no cuts
Left cuts then he cuts 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 bust a move 'cause you know def
my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

The Jazzy Jeff wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records 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 your butt limb limb
like a runaway 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
you could ever be saved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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