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 you're 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 shake and me
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with of oil
it run like water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em it---huh!
of the growl is on the prowl
How you like me now punk? You foul
Here's what my game is, is what my aim is
A washed up needs a washer, my name is--

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

Back for the payback, I must say
I heard your new jam, I don't play
It ain't loud enough punk, it hitting
This year you tried, next you're quitting
Last you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the sound
Pump it up and it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't
And this is an example of stuff
When you want to hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, they
a strong 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
A-k-a Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary
Breaking while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house,
girls in the house, give it up
You want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and improving a lot of
People know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta my man
Like ham in a pan, him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up of a van
While you're your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there you could do
You my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, see if you can dance to--

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

"How Ya Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, my, play my
J on the back, behind the without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is
It makes me and I'll improve
As it on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the on
How that Don't came around, playing me close, brown
on my jock to be down
You to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to while I'm killing emcees
I'm keep on hitting you with rough 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
with an axe, but I put it on wax
To the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, straight from
Kicking it mean, it clean
And never seen anybody rock the party
All you beataholics, this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you
my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't
I'm better than any out there
As a matter of fact, suckers compare
When I the mic people stop and stare, at..