Luyện nghe bài hát The Magnificent Jazzy Jeff

Some DJ's are good, DJ's 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 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

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

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

So a move 'cause you know he's def
my DJ the magnificent Jazzy Jeff

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

The magnificent Jazzy Jeff destroyer
up records like a samurai warrior
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
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 grave there no way
That you ever be saved

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

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

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

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

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

Now here's a story that not be forgotten
About the day my DJ turned into an
He got struck by in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of 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
He's by my side as I the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are to excite you

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