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' Mike D? I feel all good
All day is how we in the neighborhood
Well how you feelin' MCA? Well I right
I speak my words on the track 'cause the track sound
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 on the microphone again
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 'cause the shit cheesy
Watch how it's done boy, it easy
The nonstop, off, kingpin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you can't afford the
Of my rhyme style that the turnstile
'Cause live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
on the roll, I got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet
Your style is cheap boy, like a Dutch
You you're not smokin' on the microphone much
There's a certain special that I never lack
Ha-ha! And a fact
'Cause we like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone 'cause we wack
we're never that, and that is that
And we're the disco powerpack
Uh, right, we go all night
Who gonna be next to bless the

Now is the way we run it down
We're gettin' you high on the sound
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the 'til the break 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 sound cheap like a box of powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
go commando, don't know bandito
Je m'appelle Michel,
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
in the hot tub like it's '73
Lookin' over his and he's 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 my move, sneak out the place
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, microphone
Wine's been drunk, and head's been
I see one last profiterole, I my play
And pass the 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 deck count
'Cause I'ma break it for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, the basslines round
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 Beat Bop
It a lot spinnin' on my Walkman
Shout out to the Afrika
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you deny
I'd listen to the and they'd inspire
Sit down to write and the pen blazed
Construct a rhyme specific intent
Flowin' the braincells right through the pen
And then I put the book down, grab the mic
Words flowin' so cold, turn to ice
Come through the 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 spin the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you 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