Luyện nghe bài hát What's Clef

{If you'd like to make a
Dial operator
If you help, try, try again
Try, try

I got it started to my
I got it to my face, right?
you thought
There wasn't gonna be no

Ha, ha, ha
You be kiddin'
You call my four times on a record?
Hey, hey

{If you need
Try, try again, try

Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? please
I'ma push you further than your hairline recedes
New City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as as your part in "Krush Groove"

moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You write about being a but not a legend
Back from the war thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never to Bobbito the Barber

Gimme medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old at
Like Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode the student kills the teacher

Any last before I send you to your dream?
my hands and pray

You got knowledge yourself
So you know what that mean, aight?
Who supped you up to do the
In the place?

It taste, you get "The Gas Face"
Like 3rd
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lichty
Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls

Under the conference table
When you hear this record, you bound to go
I worked too for this life is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's
Back from Miami where record got no heat
why your Def Jam interns call it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're nigga

{If you help, try, try again
Try

Yo, my question
What's your

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

{If you need help, try, try
Try

who? Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two records you do
You get the MCs, how? To rhyme first

Of course you rap last, so you can show off your
I guess, it didn't on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out by Canibus the young gun
Your weapon is to call out Wyclef Jean

Not knowing you callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, like you

say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells like Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is as hell?

So hard at night he's
I the teller, Himmemel
How you he wrote the song?
Rock the

Yo,
I you got styles but get back to the issue kid
This is

Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn
Your marriage is a up 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear

Another side of Clef, the face you won't oppressed
I even got the Devil sayin', "God bless"
You star and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco

Wyclef, son, check the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty
MCA buy for eleven billion
I to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians

And even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W Y C L E F,
The return of 'Jack the Ripper' was only to meet his

The next time, you dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick lips, bitch
If you help, try, try again, try again
in peace

What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?
What's
I'm not a man impostor
What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?

Watch you ask for 'cause you just might get it
Yo, this is Naomi chillin' with Wyclef
I wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why you just give up?

{If you need help, try, try
Try
If you need help, try, try
Try, try