Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? I'm feelin' well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to
Well how you feelin' D? Well I feel all good
All day is how we play in the
Well how you feelin' MCA? I feel right
I speak my on the track 'cause the track sound tight
So if you're feelin' good and feelin' right
Uh, somebody step up and 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 don't care
The MC whisperer, kinda a trainer
I sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit cheesy
how it's done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, off, kingpin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you afford the cost
Of my rhyme style that the turnstile
'Cause it's and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Back on the roll, I got total
I like the water out your toilet bowls
Your style is boy, just like a Dutch
You know not smokin' on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I lack
Ha-ha! And that's a
'Cause we shine like the on a Cadillac
You better break a 'cause we never wack
Said we're never that, and is that
And the nonstop disco 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 gettin' you high on the funky
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house the break of dawn

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

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

Now it's a spot check, hit the deck count
'Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we run it
Pound for pound, keep the basslines
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called Bop
It mean a lot spinnin' on my
Shout out to the Afrika
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 rhyme with intent
Flowin' from the right through the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
Words so cold, turn water to ice
Come the wire saturate the tape
You put me in the mix it up at the plate
And they press it on wax, sell it in the store
The spin the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' the speakers to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, you hear where we're comin' from

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