Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

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

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud 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 a doubt
It's the boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an example of stuff
you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like they don't hit, they miss
It's a record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate rap songs
Listen how I won't myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power,

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

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

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the is smooth
It makes me move and improve
As it on, as it flows on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my to be down
You need to stay down, way down, you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is throw down
Aiming to while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on you with rough LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the by the vase of Cool J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a stalker
A killing machine, a savage street
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the who thought I had relaxed
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
it mean, keeping it clean
And never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, this beats
I go to the show, and emcees, don't you know
my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the
Don't let me you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any emcee out
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I the mic people stop and stare, at..