Luyện nghe bài hát No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No till,
Brooklyn!

Foot on the
Never ever metal
Engine running hotter a boiling kettle
My job a job
It's a damn time
City to I'm running my rhymes.
On
Touring around the
Boys always on vacation
Itchy finger
But a turntable
I do what I do
I'm willing and able.
Ain't no
Your money I'm
coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking.
While you're at the job working to five
The Beastie at the Garden
Cold it live.

No till

plane
Another
bottle in the brain
Another
fight
Another all night.
Our crazy
He always smokes
He's got his own at the back of the bus.
around the world
You rock the clock
to hotel
on the jock.
We're trashing hotels it's going out of style
Getting paid the way
'Cause it's worth while.
Four on the floor Ad-Rock's out the
M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' a whore.
We got a safe in the trunk money in a stack
dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back.

No sleep
No sleep Brooklyn, no sleep till Brooklyn !

Ain't seen the since we started this band
M.C.A. get on the mike, my man!
Born and bred
The U.S.A.
They call me Adam
But I'm M.C.A.
a lemon to a lime
A to a lemon
I sip the def ale all the fly women.
Got limos, arena,
Autograph pictures and hoes
Step off
Get out of my way
Taxing little from here to L.A.
up
Before I get to
'Cause I'll be rockin' this party days a week!

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

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

No sleep Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!