Luyện nghe bài hát .357 - Break It on Down

[LL J]
That's right y'all is the LL Cool J party
Move it, move it, move it, get on the baby
That's right, don't try to like your fly
GET OUT THERE!

[LL J]
To rappers I'm a on Elm Street
Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the can't eat?
Cause I'm a carnivore and I can eat more
a fat man after a Packer jam
L.L.'s thicker than butter, throw cutter
When I'm involved all the stutter
There's scared and can't believe that their crews
Ain't a rapper alive can fill my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins wanna
I do the hustle and the and the roper dope
Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
hundred and fifty seven reasons
why you gotta get butt on the floor right now
We ain't playin, we here to get ill
Iller ill, LL youknowI'msayin?

[LL J]
like Ali Baba and the 40 thevz
So nasty you don't know whether to stay or
More then Even Bluebeard I serve primrose
A of me is like one of Michaelango's
I don't the banjo will you ever understand yo
Servin I mean the how old I go Rambo
Cocks strong half a block
Illy ill fire hittin harder than King Kong
Not a battle axe not one of the
Not easily knocked out or killed
Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
A hundred and ninety pounds punk
bounce to the ounce and I say what counts

Now get yourself on the
Stop like a sissy

[LL J]
Boy, I'm better than better is, badder badder is
I won't scare em or dare em just splatter his
guts kick his butt while Bob is rockin the
step in the ring with me you must be nuts
Not isis in a crisis or Freddy when he's ready or chasin when he's
But filling the scene I mean I'm icin and acin
Amateurs who lack it can't hack it I attack it why I'm gonna crack it
Then selling the soul of little kids who roll
I told em, em, teach em and mold em
get ten knots at a time and then I fold em
I remember the blunt and I what told em
I can, can't cause I'm down with E yet you the audacity
to try and mess him and me
is weak and Supersonic is wack
Sneak around at the like a Siamese cat
Pale hand (1, 2, 3) catch twenty-two I'm
I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard town
I gotta .357 and I break it on

[LL J]
the beat now that can be arranged
Yo baby you fine spread em
Yo homeboy get up against the wall put this in your
Who is
it, move it, move it

[LL J]
I'm a nappy, sappy crappy of who
If I ever imitated it wouldn't be you,
You don't know so many have died the LL growl was amplified
Get back yet step back get back
Like shaft and the cause I'm mad and I'm black
I'm a perfect plan a good
I'm the reason rap rules and the country out J-A-M-E-S
Fresh as a cliche but so is my
Disco is out Rhythm and blues is old
P's and Q's keep me in shoes
and you're dissin me because I'm and I'm strong
And I'm of makin a platinum LP
Wrong you was, you I was all in
But boy is for ballin they'll say I'm fallin
Callin all cars for the in black
L-E-L the back bone of this track
I'm force full of force to put you on your
Makin hit after hit you search for a contract
Hotter than hot now how hot I can get
rappers freze dried and skimmer's dimmer's wet
I'm as hard as hard rock in the rock town
I .357 and I break it on down

[LL J]
Now the LL posse is now handin out speed
to all those who don't to get busy
That's baby get your body on the floor
Move it, it
.357 at point blank range ain't strange
you're havin a heart attack is at your
Now listen to me it, bring it on, on down, down, down, down, down, down