Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

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

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard your new jam, I don't that
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next you're quitting
year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and without a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the sound
it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you make 'em this
They ain't like this they hit, they miss
a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off
back, I got the power, I'm--

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

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

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, behind the without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is
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? came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be
You to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw
to please while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you rough LPs
Day after day day
Tou smashed in the by the vase of Cool J

I'm a beast on the microphone, a night
A killing machine, a street talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen anybody the party
All you funky beataholics, this Bacardi
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
let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any out there
As a of fact, suckers can't compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..