Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

hello everybody and how you been?
It's Ad Rock rappin' on the microphone
I got grace, class, style, and debonaire
Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just care
The MC whisperer, kinda a trainer
I sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni the shit sound cheesy
how it's done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, off, kingpin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you can't afford the
Of my rhyme style that the turnstile
'Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wicked and
Back on the roll, I got total
I flow like the water out toilet bowls
Your style is cheap boy, just like a
You know you're not on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I never
Ha-ha! And a fact
'Cause we shine like the chrome on a
You better break a wishbone we never wack
Said we're that, and that is that
And we're the disco powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be next to 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 of dawn

See I mix my style up like a mixer
and fix ya like a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, Mike's mic louder
Don't make me cheap like a box of douche powder
max and relax, champagne, mojito
Don't go commando, don't bandito
Je m'appelle Michel,
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, towel around my
What's up that watch inside the glass case?
I go to my move, sneak out the place
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's checked
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And the microphone to MCA

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

Now it's a spot check, hit the count down
'Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we run it
for pound, keep the basslines round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real I grew up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a record Beat Bop
It a lot spinnin' on my Walkman
out to the Afrika 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 write and the pen fire
Construct a with specific intent
from the braincells right through the pen
And then I put the down, grab ahold the mic
flowin' so cold, turn water to ice
Come the wire saturate the tape
You put me in the mix nice it up at the
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 we're comin' from

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