Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this brand new
slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is beat it up
I did it, but the devil make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to and bake me
Proving a point that I'm a serious
You can roll me up and puff me, and then anoint
Your with oil--lots of oil
Make it run water, watch it boil
I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em it---huh!
Prince of the growl is on the
How you like me now You living foul
what 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, Jack the
Hercules!

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

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a James Todd
Hard like steel
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
Home in the house, see'mon
Home in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
People know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta my man
Like ham in a pan, 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 name and my game and I'm here to do
people, lemme see if you can dance to--

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

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
out the way I say my, display my, play my
J on the back, the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove the groove is smooth
It me move and I'll 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 to be down
You need to stay down, way down, you're low down
Do that dance, the of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to while I'm killing emcees
I'm keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the 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 eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The prince of hip hop, from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've never seen anybody the party
All you beataholics, this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, you know
Moving my like I'm playing the piano
touch the dial, don't change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I debonair
I'm better than any out there
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..