Luyện nghe bài hát What's Clef

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I got it started to my
I got it to my face, right?
you thought
There wasn't be no retaliation?

Ha, ha, ha
You be kiddin'
You call my name four times on a
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga
I'ma you further back than your hairline recedes
New City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your in "Krush Groove"

Body moves, the battles, bullets, the
You write about being a but not a legend
Back the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the

them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where old records at
Like Channel karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the kills the teacher

Any last before I send you to your dream?
Hold my and pray

You don't got knowledge
So you don't know what mean, aight?
Who you up to do the record
In the place?

It taste, you get "The Gas Face"
3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin'
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they

Under the conference table
When you hear this record, you bound to go
I worked too hard for this life is
This ain't bulls-eye, I your target practice

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill
But in this clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back Miami where your record got no heat
That's why Def Jam interns call it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're nigga

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Yo, my question
your question?

What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's
I'm not a Bob Marley
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
Tell your ghost writers, "Go something better"

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who? Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two records you do
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme

Of course you rap last, so you can show off skirt
I guess, it work on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out done by Canibus the gun
Your last weapon is to call out Wyclef

Not knowing that you fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, like you

say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells ring like Sunday
L.L. Cool J is hard as

So at night he's Jezebel
I the teller, Himmemel
How you think he the song?
the bells

Yo,
I know you got styles but get to the issue kid
is real

Yo, get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a up 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing well that bad men don't wear G-strings

Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein'
I even got the worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You star and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Blanco

Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty
MCA buy Polygram for eleven
I come to Sony and get by the Haitian-Sicilians

And even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair
The W Y C L E F,
The return of 'Jack the Ripper' was to meet his death

The next time, you dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go and lick your lips, bitch
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Rest in

What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?
Clef?
I'm not a muscle man
What's got to do with this, got to do with this?

Watch what you ask for 'cause you might get it
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with
I just wanna tell you L.L., your is wack
L.L., why don't you give up?

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