Luyện nghe bài hát No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No till,
Brooklyn!

on the pedal
Never false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling
My job a job
a damn good 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 I'm taking
Going coast to coast to watch all the shaking.
you're at the job working nine to five
The Boys at the Garden
Cold it live.

No till

plane
Another
Another bottle in the
girl
Another
drive all night.
Our manager's
He smokes 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 hotels like it's going out of style
Getting along the way
'Cause it's worth while.
Four on the floor out the door
M.C.A.'s in the back he's skeezin' with a whore.
We got a safe in the trunk money in a stack
With dice in the front and in the back.

No sleep
No sleep till Brooklyn, no till Brooklyn !

Ain't the light since we started this band
M.C.A. get on the mike, my man!
and bred Brooklyn
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 girlies from here to L.A.
up
I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be this party eight days a week!

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

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

No sleep Brooklyn!
No till Brooklyn!