Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the was this brand new track
slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna it up
I did it, but the devil make me
I did it for the who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a that I'm a serious joint
You can me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, it boil
'Cause I made 'em it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, 'em obey it---huh!
of the growl is on the prowl
How you me now punk? You living foul
Here's my game is, kill is what my aim is
A up rapper needs 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 must say
I heard new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't
This year you tried, year you're quitting
Last year you thought I was out
But again, and again, and without a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And is an example of funky stuff
you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like they don't hit, they miss
a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who real 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 Todd Smith
like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
and grooving, and always improving 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
Kidnap him and him up inside of a van
While you're your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you do
You my name and my game and what I'm here to do
people, lemme see if you can dance to--

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

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm 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 because the groove is smooth
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 sound? Don't around, playing me close, brown
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 I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with LPs
Day day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of J

I'm a on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage talker
Jason an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had
The prince of hip hop, straight Queens
it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen rock the party
All you funky beataholics, this beats
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 change the
let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can't
When I the mic people stop and stare, at..