Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

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

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

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

Nonstop, On the top, and you clock, then we
Never fakin', no mistakin', we be hip hop
So c'mon get down

Now a spot check, hit the deck count down
'Cause I'ma break it for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I grew up hip hop
Still got mad for a record called Beat Bop
It a lot spinnin' on my Walkman
Shout out to the Bam'
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you deny
I'd listen to the records and inspire
Sit to write and the pen blazed fire
Construct a with specific intent
Flowin' from the braincells through the pen
And then I put the down, grab ahold the mic
Words flowin' so cold, water to ice
Come through the wire the tape
You put me in the mix it up at the plate
And then press it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to shake eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you hear where we're comin'

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of
Now D, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We rock the house until the break of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, stop