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 this 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 like 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 catchin'
His hands are so fast it's a medical riddle
With the split and the mixer in the middle

and forth his hands fly
With the speed of a cheetah that'll puzzle 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
I'll resent it if you say his cuts are precedented
He's a lean, wreckin' machine
He gets like a king when he's on the scene

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

People often ask me everytime I
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 from 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 tear your butt limb limb
He's 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
you could ever be saved

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

Commandin' the cut, he's on track
He's DJ Jazzy and he's a cut maniac
So for your personal you should be told
That my DJ 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
is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people your
Jazzy tell 'em name

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

Now Jazzy I want you to tell all these
How many of these out there can get with you
None, none, of them, how many, none of them
[Incomprehensible] none of them, none of

Now the record 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 in an electrical 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 other DJ's do not want to to reckon with
by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous are sure to excite you

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