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 about my DJ
The magnificent Jazzy Jeff so bust this beat, go

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

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

Back and his hands fly
With the speed of a that'll puzzle your eye
Record after record he has no cuts
Left cuts right 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 like a king when he's on the scene

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

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

The magnificent Jazzy wack destroyer
Cuttin' up records like a samurai
If your DJ's know who I'm talking to
I'm to you

So come on 'cause in a battle you win
'Cause my DJ will your butt limb from limb
He's like a tank, a hip hop rebel
And if you a battle, you best bring a shovel, my man

So you can dig your grave 'cause no way
That you could ever be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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