Luyện nghe bài hát No Sleep 'til Brooklyn

No sleep

Foot on the pedal, never ever false
Engine running hotter than a kettle
My job ain't a job, it's a damn good
to city, I'm running my rhymes

On location, touring around the
Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger but a stable turntable
I do I do best because I'm illing and able

Ain't no faking, money I'm taking
Going to coast, watching all the girlies shaking
you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys are at the Garden, kickin' it live

No till

plane, another train, another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight, another all night
Our crazy, he always smokes dust
He's got his own at the back of the bus

Tour around the world, you rock the clock
Plane to hotel, on the jock
We're thrashing hotels like going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's your while

Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the
MCA's in the back he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and in the back

No sleep
No sleep Brooklyn
No till Brooklyn

Ain't the light since we started this band
MCA, get on the mic my man
Born and in Brooklyn, the U.S.A.
They me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA

Like a to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fine
Got limos, arenas, TV
Autograph pictures and hos

off homes, get out of my way
Taxing girlies form here to L.A.
up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rocking this eight days a week

No till
No till Brooklyn
No sleep till
No sleep till
No sleep till

No sleep Brooklyn
No till Brooklyn
No sleep till

No sleep Brooklyn
No till Brooklyn
No till Brooklyn