Luyện nghe bài hát No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No till,
Brooklyn!

Foot on the
Never false metal
Engine running hotter a boiling kettle
My job a job
a damn good time
City to city I'm my rhymes.
On
Touring the nation
Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger
But a stable
I do I do best
I'm willing and able.
Ain't no
money I'm taking
Going to coast to watch all the girlies shaking.
While you're at the job working nine to
The Boys at the Garden
Cold it live.

No sleep

plane
Another
bottle in the brain
Another
Another
drive all night.
Our manager's
He always smokes
got his own room at the back of the bus.
Tour the world
You around the clock
Plane to
on the jock.
We're trashing like it's going 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 skeezin' with a whore.
We got a safe in the trunk money in a stack
With in the front and Brooklyn's in the back.

No till
No till Brooklyn, no sleep till Brooklyn !

Ain't seen the light we started this band
M.C.A. get on the mike, my man!
and bred Brooklyn
The U.S.A.
They me Adam 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 and classy hoes
off Homes
Get out of my way
Taxing little girlies here to L.A.
up
Before I get to
'Cause I'll be this party eight days a week!

No till
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!
No till Brooklyn!