Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boys in the Cut

To the, to the, to the up top!
Bam! God damn!
Holy mackerel, pulling cards out the satchel
You can sleep tonight, it's
B Boys in the cut and we're to stay
Vibration,
Chatter up on the mic and it's an
Revelation,
A patience with the tribulations
Heed my flow, I got in store
are not just for breakfast any more
Always on vacation, like and Rusty
wanna make the beer fest, trust me
Your wack style is beyond a
Heel up, wheel up, to the one Smails
Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with
My broad sword will cut through your mail
up, Mike
Well, Adrock, one of the greatest of all time, no
I go for mine
Big Mike D, spitting lead paint
it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah
A-D-R-O-C-K spells
There's holes in my story like Leon Spinks'
Good grief, the name's Keefe
I keep a microphone in a little, weird
I'm like the Grouch
Trashy, Derelicte, flashy
I it raw y'all
Just the 42nd Street C train bathroom
I sizzle on the mic like a fried fish
Pundits in the say -- WHAT! -- that's rich!
This is the type of shit that's scratch that itch
Now I'm-a set it off from up inside this
I see you're at me and thinking 'What him do?'
Well, I rap upon mic, Mike D, Sweet Lou
Also known as Lou, a-k-a Pretty Mike
I switch up my name much how I like
This routine dates way
A lot of may remember this routine
But evolved now
Yeah, from the summer last
Well, my name is Mike D, and I gotta new name, and that new is LARRY!
Well, my name is Adrock, and then I gotta new name, and my new is HARRY!
Well, my name is MCA, but I new name, and that new name is GARY!
Well, our DJ's name has the same, 'cause his new name is BARRY!