Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this new track
I'ma slow it up and it up and now you're gonna eat it up
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and me
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you like me now punk? You living
Here's what my game is, is what my aim is
A washed up rapper a washer, my name is--

Jack the
the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the
Hercules!

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard your new jam, I don't that
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, year you're quitting
Last you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a
It's the gangster boogie, the sound
Pump it up and it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I bluff
And this is an of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you make 'em like
ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a record, a record for the strong
For those who real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow to go off track
Stay back, I got the power,

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
James Todd Smith
Hard penitentiary steel
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
Home in the house, see'mon
girls in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
People don't know how I am
sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up of a van
you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there you could do
You my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, see if you can dance to--

it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what hip hop is boy

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm busier
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
out the way I say my, display my, play my
J on the back, behind the without the A.Y.
I to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me and I'll improve
As it on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close,
on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low
Do that dance, the of rap is gonna throw down
to please while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you rough LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the face by the of Cool J

I'm a on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, it clean
And you've never seen anybody the party
All you funky beataholics, beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you
my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the
Don't let me hear you say I ain't
I'm better than any out there
As a of fact, suckers can't compare
When I rocking the mic stop and stare, at..