Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

Well hello and how you been?
It's Ad Rock on the microphone again
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
Like macaroni 'cause the sound cheesy
how it's done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, microphone
Do my own thing, you can't afford the
Of my rhyme style that the turnstile
it's live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Back on the roll, I got total
I flow the water out your toilet bowls
Your style is cheap boy, just a Dutch
You know you're not smokin' on the microphone
a certain special talent that I never lack
Ha-ha! And a fact
we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone 'cause we wack
Said we're that, and that is that
And the nonstop disco powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be to bless the mic?

Now this is the way we run it
gettin' you high on the funky sound
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house 'til the break of

See I mix my up like a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic
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
Quincy's in the hot tub it's '73
Lookin' over his shoulder and lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel my waist
up with that watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move, sneak out the
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's checked
I see one last profiterole, I make my
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 a spot check, hit the deck count down
I'ma break it down for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm glad I grew up with 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 to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to write and the pen fire
Construct a rhyme with intent
Flowin' from the braincells through the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
Words flowin' so cold, water to ice
Come through the 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 DJ's spin the out on the dancefloor
through the speakers to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you hear where we're comin'

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