Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

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

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

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

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

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

The magnificent Jeff wack destroyer
up records like a samurai warrior
If DJ's don't know who I'm talking to
I'm to you

So come on in a battle you cannot win
'Cause my DJ tear 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 'cause there no way
That you could ever be

Because the DJ cuts the records to the sound
The DJ the records, he's the best around
The DJ cuts the records, you he's down
His name is Jeff aka Jeff 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 gonna do a little 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 name is
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his is Jeff
He's Jazzy, Jazzy, his is Jeff
Jazzy, Jazzy, his name is Jeff

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

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

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

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

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