Luyện nghe bài hát What's Clef

If you'd like to make a call, dial operator
If you help, try, try again
Try, try

I got it to my face
I got it started to my face,
What you thought, wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You be kiddin'!
You call my name four on a record?
Heh, heh!

If you help, try, try again
Try

Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga
I'ma push you back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it
song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets, the
You write about being a veteran, but not a
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of
You underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ and ask him where them old records at
Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the student kills the
Any last before I send you to your dream?
Hold my and pray

You got knowledge yourself
So you don't what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin'
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' balls
the conference room table
When you hear record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard, for life is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target
So Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your got no heat
why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats"
You're nigga!

If you need help, try, try
Try

Yo, this my

your question?

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley
What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?
your ghost writers, "Go write something better"

If you need help, try, try
Try

Guess who? Uh-oh,
Here we go-o,
Every two records you do
You get the MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't on "4 3 2 1"
You got out by Canibus the young gun
last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you callin' for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, like you
say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let ring like Sunday school
L.L. J is hard as hell?
So hard at he's Jezebel
I the teller, Himmemel
How you think he the song?
the bells!

Yo,
I know you got styles, but get back to the kid
is real!

Yo, get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you
damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I even got the worshippers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck, and I'ma buck you Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty
MCA buy Polygram for eleven
I to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
And even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling for hair loss
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
The return of Jack the Ripper was to meet his death
The time, you wanna dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick lips, bitch!

If you help, try, try again
Try

in peace!

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
What's
I'm not a muscle man
What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
Watch what you ask for, you just might get it

Yo, this is Naomi Campbell with Wyclef
I just wanna tell you L.L., record is wack
L.L., why you just give up?

If you help, try, try again
Try
If you need help, try, try
Try, try