Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now gonna eat it up
Listen to the beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't me
I did it for the suckers who tried to and bake me
Proving a that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
'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 what my 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, the Ripper
Hercules!

Back for the payback, I say that
I heard your new jam, I don't that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't
year you tried, next year you're quitting
Last you thought I was dying 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
When you to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, they
It's a record, a record for the strong
For those who real rap songs
Listen how I allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power,

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a Todd Smith
Hard penitentiary steel
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
Home in the house, see'mon
girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
Moving and grooving, and always a lot of
People know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I slice my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
Kidnap him and him up inside of a van
While you're doing your dance I want you to make
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, show that old school sucker 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, display my, my
J on the back, behind the cool the A.Y.
I to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It me move and I'll improve
As it on, as it flows on
you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close,
on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, because low down
Do that dance, the of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you rough LPs
Day day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the of Cool J

I'm a on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it
And you've seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beataholics, beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and emcees, don't you know
Moving my like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, change the channel
let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any out there
As a matter of fact, can't compare
When I rocking the mic stop and stare, at..