Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? Well I'm feelin'
Bonafide, qualified, with a to tell
Well how you feelin' D? Well I feel all good
All day is how we play in the
Well how you feelin' MCA? Well I right
I my words on the track 'cause the track sound tight
So if you're feelin' and you're feelin' right
Uh, step up and grab the mic

Well hello everybody and how you
It's Ad rappin' on the microphone again
I got grace, class, style, and debonaire
Murdalize motherfuckers I just don't care
The MC whisperer, kinda a trainer
I sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like 'cause the shit sound cheesy
Watch how it's done boy, it easy
The nonstop, off, kingpin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you can't the cost
Of my rhyme style complete the turnstile
'Cause live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Back on the roll, I got control
I like the water out your toilet bowls
Your is cheap boy, just like a Dutch
You know you're not smokin' on the much
a certain special talent that I never lack
Ha-ha! And a fact
we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better a wishbone 'cause we never wack
Said we're never that, and is that
And we're the nonstop powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be to bless the mic?

Now is the way we run it down
We're gettin' you on the funky sound
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house 'til the break of

See I mix my up like a cement mixer
and fix ya like a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make mic louder
Don't make me sound like a box of douche powder
max and relax, champagne, mojito
Don't go commando, don't know
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
Quincy's in the hot tub it's '73
Lookin' over his shoulder and he's at me
I'm all white in the face, around my waist
What's up with watch inside the glass case?
I go to my move, sneak out the place
Undetected, not leavin' a
Party's done, wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's been
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And the microphone to MCA

Nonstop, On the top, and you clock, we rock
fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip hop
So c'mon get down

Now it's a check, hit the deck count down
'Cause break it down for ya how we run it down
for pound, keep the basslines round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a called Beat Bop
It mean a lot on my Walkman
Shout out to the Bam'
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you can't
I'd listen to the and they'd inspire
Sit down to and the pen blazed fire
Construct a with specific intent
Flowin' from the braincells right the pen
And I put the book down, grab ahold the mic
Words flowin' so cold, turn to ice
Come the wire saturate the tape
You put me in the mix it up at the plate
And then they press it on wax, it in the store
The DJ's the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you where we're comin' from

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the of dawn
Now D, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house the break of dawn
Boys in the house, don't stop