Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my is gonna beat 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
head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em play it, 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, 'em obey it---huh!
of the growl is on the prowl
How you like me now punk? You foul
what my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard your new jam, I play that
It loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next year you're
year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and without a doubt
It's the boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I bluff
And this is an of funky stuff
you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't this they don't hit, they miss
a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate rap songs
Listen how I allow myself 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 penitentiary
necks 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 always a lot of
don't know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I slice my man
ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and him up inside of a van
you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there you could do
You know my and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance

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

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get
Check out the way I say my, my, play my
J on the back, the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is
It me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How that Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be
You need to stay down, way down, you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw
Aiming to please while I'm emcees
I'm gonna on hitting 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 night
A killing machine, a street talker
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who 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 Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you
Moving my hand like I'm the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't
I'm better than any out there
As a matter of fact, can't compare
When I rocking the mic stop and stare, at..