Luyện nghe bài hát No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No till,
Brooklyn!

Foot on the
Never false metal
running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job a job
It's a good time
City to I'm running my rhymes.
On
Touring the nation
Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger
But a turntable
I do I do best
I'm willing and able.
Ain't no
Your money I'm
Going coast to coast to watch all the shaking.
While at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the
Cold it live.

No sleep

Another
train
Another in the brain
girl
Another
drive all night.
Our crazy
He always smokes
got his own room at the back of the bus.
Tour around the
You rock the clock
Plane to
on the jock.
We're trashing hotels like going out of style
Getting paid the way
it's worth your while.
Four on the floor Ad-Rock's out the
M.C.A.'s in the because he's skeezin' with 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 light since we this band
M.C.A. get on the mike, my man!
Born and bred
The U.S.A.
They call me Yauch
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 girlies from to L.A.
up
Before I get to
I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week!

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

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

No sleep Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!