Luyện nghe bài hát No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No till,
Brooklyn!

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

No sleep

plane
train
Another bottle in the
Another
fight
Another all night.
Our manager's
He always dust
He's got his own room at the of the bus.
around the world
You around the clock
Plane to
on the jock.
We're trashing hotels like it's out of style
Getting paid the way
'Cause it's your while.
Four on the Ad-Rock's out the door
M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' a whore.
We got a safe in the trunk with in a stack
With in the front and Brooklyn's in the back.

No till
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 Brooklyn
The U.S.A.
call me Adam Yauch
But I'm M.C.A.
Like a to a lime
A to a lemon
I sip the def ale all the fly women.
Got limos, arena,
Autograph pictures and classy
Step off
Get out of my way
Taxing little from here to L.A.
up
Before I get to
'Cause be rockin' this party eight days a week!

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

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

No till Brooklyn!
No till Brooklyn!