Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

L.L. Cool J. is as hell
Battle I don't care who you tell
I excel, all fail
I'm gonna shells, Double-L must rock the bells

You've waitin' and debatin' for oh so long
Just like Marvin for a Cool J. song
If you cried and I died, you definitely was wrong
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator
Evened up with E-Love down with the J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record of
I'm a tower full of power with rain and
Cut Creator scratch the record with his
the bells

The king of rockers finally is back
My voice is your as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the so very well cause that's the name of this jam
the bells

Some will like this jam and some girls won't
Cause I a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, rock the bells
All you up rappers want to do this well
Rock the

Now I'm world-wide known, whether you it or not
My one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a.
He'll never skip it, only rip it when on the fader
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you know the episode on the wheels
He'll drive the cross like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice you know he's greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut
Now you know, what do you know, Earl the weed
I go to the store and get Old
So all you crabby lookin' nappy girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you get smacked
the bells

The bells are the blood in your veins
Why are on the tip, L.L.'s your name
Cut good, Cool J. is good-good
You bring the wood pecker, I'll bring the
The bells are wippin' and at your body and soul
Why do you like J., we like rock and roll
Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce
I'm not a virgin so I I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be
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So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on
He'll cut the in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), will you learn
Want to be Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I
I'm growin' and like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the
There's no delayin' what I'm as I'm rockin' you well
the bells