Luyện nghe bài hát Jack The Ripper

Milky, and I'm
My ace in the hole was this brand new
slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and me
Proving a point that I'm a joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and I'll anoint
Your with oil--lots of oil
it run like water, watch it boil
'Cause I 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em it, made 'em obey it---huh!
of the growl is on the prowl
How you me now punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my is--

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't enough punk, it ain't hitting
year you tried, next 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
it up and play it so they hear 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 like this they hit, they miss
It's a record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap
how I won't allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power,

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a
A-k-a James Todd
Hard like steel
Breaking necks while I my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
Home in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
People don't know how 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 you're doing your 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
people, lemme see if you can dance to--

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

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, my
J on the back, behind the without the A.Y.
I love to the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll
As it on, as it flows on
you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my to be down
You need to down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is throw down
Aiming to please while I'm killing
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with LPs
Day after day 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 talker
Jason an axe, but I put it on wax
To the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The of hip hop, straight from Queens
it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen anybody rock the
All you funky beataholics, beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you
Moving my hand I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't the channel
let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I rocking the mic people and stare, at..