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 the nation
Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger
But a stable
I do I do best
I'm willing and able.
Ain't no
Your I'm taking
coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking.
While you're at the job nine to five
The Beastie at the Garden
Cold it live.

No sleep

Another
Another
Another bottle in the
Another
fight
Another all night.
Our manager's
He always dust
He's got his own at the back of the bus.
around the world
You rock the clock
Plane to
on the jock.
We're trashing hotels like going out of style
paid along the way
'Cause it's worth while.
Four on the floor out the door
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 till Brooklyn, no 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 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 pictures and hoes
off Homes
Get out of my way
Taxing little girlies from to L.A.
up
Before I get to
'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight a week!

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

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

No till Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!