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 speed it up and now 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 who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a point I'm a serious joint
You can me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with of oil
Make it run like water, it boil
'Cause I made 'em play it, 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, 'em obey it---huh!
Prince of the is on the prowl
How you like me now punk? You foul
Here's my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed up rapper a washer, my name is--

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

Back for the payback, I say that
I heard new jam, I don't play that
It ain't enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next you're quitting
Last year you thought I was out
But again, and again, and again without a
It's the boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all
I do it up rough, tough, I bluff
And this is an example of funky
When you to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this don't hit, they miss
It's a 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
James Todd Smith
Hard penitentiary steel
necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
Moving and grooving, and always a lot of
People don't how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
him and slap him up inside of a van
While doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance

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 platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
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 makes me and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it on
When you see me, ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close,
Pull on my jock to be
You need to stay down, way down, because low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is throw down
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 on the microphone, a night stalker
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, straight Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've never anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, you know
my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I debonair
I'm better than any emcee out
As a matter of fact, suckers can't
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..