Luyện nghe bài hát .357 - Break It on Down

[LL J]
That's right y'all is the LL Cool J party
Move it, it, move it, get on the floor baby
That's right, don't try to like your fly
GET OUT THERE!

[LL J]
To I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
Hellafied than heat, guess why the other's can't eat?
Cause I'm a and I can eat much more
a fat man after a Packer jam
L.L.'s thicker butter, well-known throw cutter
When I'm involved all the stutter
scared and can't believe that their whole crews
Ain't a rapper alive that can my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins elope
I do the hustle and the shuffle and the dope
Cause I'm as hard as rock in the hard rock town
I .357 and I break it on down

[LL J]
Three hundred and fifty reasons
why you gotta get your butt on the right now
We ain't playin, we here to get ill
Iller ill, LL youknowI'msayin?

[LL J]
Just like Ali and the 40 thevz
So nasty you know whether to stay or leave
More fear then Even I serve primrose
A of me is like one of Michaelango's
I don't play the will you ever understand yo
I mean the matter how old I go Rambo
Cocks strong half a block
Illy ill fire starter hittin harder King Kong
Not a axe not one of the mill
Not easily out or easily killed
Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
A hundred and ninety pounds punk
More bounce to the ounce and I say counts

Now get on the floor
Stop like a sissy

[LL J]
Boy, I'm better than is, badder than badder is
I scare em or dare em I'll just splatter his
guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the
Wanna step in the ring with me you be nuts
Not isis in a crisis or Freddy when he's ready or when he's chasin
But filling the scene I mean I'm icin and acin
Amateurs who lack it can't hack it I attack it that's why I'm gonna it
Then selling the soul of little kids who can't
I told em, scold em, em and mold em
get paid ten knots at a time and I fold em
I remember the blunt and I remember what em
I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you the audacity
to try and with him and me
is weak and Supersonic is wack
Sneak around at the like a Siamese cat
Pale hand (1, 2, 3) catch I'm H-A-R-D
I'm as as hard rock in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I it on down

[LL J]
Rock the beat now that can be
Yo you look fine spread em
Yo homeboy get up against the wall put in your pocket
Who is
it, move it, move it

[LL J]
I'm a nappy, crappy imitator of who
If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you,
You don't so many have died when the LL growl was amplified
Get back better yet back get back
Like shaft and the cause I'm mad and I'm black
I'm a plan a good boyfriend
I'm the reason rap and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
as a cliche but so is my forte
Disco is out Rhythm and blues is old
P's and Q's me in your shoes
and dissin me because I'm young and I'm strong
And I'm of makin a platinum LP
Wrong you was, you I was all in
But boy is for ballin they'll say I'm fallin
Callin all cars for the brother in
the Mack back bone of this track
I'm force of force to put you on your back
Makin hit hit while you search for a contract
than hot now watch how hot I can get
Leavin rappers freze dried and skimmer's wet
I'm as hard as hard in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
Now the LL posse is now handin out knots
to all those who don't to get busy
That's right baby get your body on the
it, move it
.357 at point blank range ain't strange
you're havin a heart is at your back
Now listen to me it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down