Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you Ad Rock? Well 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 feelin' MCA? I feel right
I my words on the track 'cause the track sound tight
So if feelin' good 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 again
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't
The MC whisperer, kinda like a
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a
Like macaroni 'cause the sound cheesy
Watch how done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, boss
Do my own thing, you afford the cost
Of my rhyme style that the turnstile
'Cause it's live and direct, and I'm and wild
on the roll, I got total control
I like the water out your toilet bowls
Your style is 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 that's a
'Cause we shine like the chrome on a
You better break a wishbone we never wack
Said we're never that, and that is
And we're the disco powerpack
Uh, right, we go all night
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 a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make mic louder
Don't make me cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, don't know
Je m'appelle Michel,
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
Quincy's in the hot tub like '73
over his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel around my
up with that watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move, sneak out the
Undetected, not a trace
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's 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 everybody get

Now it's a spot check, hit the deck down
'Cause break it down for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the basslines
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
But for real, I'm real I grew up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called 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 deny
I'd listen to the records and inspire
Sit down to write and the pen fire
Construct a rhyme specific intent
Flowin' from the right through the pen
And then I put the book down, grab the mic
flowin' so cold, turn water to ice
Come through the 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 spin the out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to shake eardrum
Braincells get lit, you hear where we're comin' from

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