Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

Well 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 like a
I take rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit sound
Watch how 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 live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
on the roll, I got total control
I flow like the out your toilet bowls
Your style is cheap boy, just like a
You know not smokin' on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I never
Ha-ha! And that's a
'Cause we like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone we never wack
Said we're that, and that is that
And we're the nonstop disco
Uh, right, we go all night
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 of dawn

See I mix my style up a cement mixer
and fix ya like a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of powder
max and relax, champagne, mojito
Don't go commando, know 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' his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel my waist
What's up with watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move, sneak out the
Undetected, not leavin' a
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's been
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And the microphone to MCA

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

Now a spot check, hit the deck count down
'Cause break it down for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, the basslines round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a called Beat Bop
It mean a lot spinnin' on my
Shout out to the Bam'
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you can't
I'd listen to the records and they'd
Sit down to write and the pen fire
Construct a with specific intent
Flowin' the braincells right through the pen
And then I put the book down, grab the mic
Words 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 the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to shake your
Braincells get lit, then you hear we're comin' from

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