Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Bells

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

You've been waitin' and for oh so long
Just like Marvin for a Cool J. song
If you and thought I died, you definitely was wrong
It a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
up with E-Love down with the Cool 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
Rock the

The king of crowd rockers is back
My is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' you like it that way
You take a step because def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator on the fader, my man
We rock the bells so very cause that's the name of this jam
the bells

Some girl's like this jam and some girls won't
I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna the bells
All you washed up rappers to do this well
the bells

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

The bells are the blood in your veins
Why are on the tip, L.L.'s your name
Cut Creator's good, J. is good-good
You bring the wood pecker, bring the wood
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 days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be
Rock the

So listen to the of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the record in a second, make DJ look blind
So all you suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta your turn
suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I
I'm growin' and glowin' like a blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the of the bells
There's no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you
the bells