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? 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 sound tight
So if feelin' good and you're feelin' right
Uh, somebody step up and the mic

Well hello everybody and how you
It's Ad rappin' on the microphone again
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
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 shit sound
Watch how it's done boy, it easy
The nonstop, off, kingpin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you can't the cost
Of my rhyme that complete the turnstile
'Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wicked and
on the roll, I got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet
Your style is boy, just like a Dutch
You you're not smokin' on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I never
Ha-ha! And a fact
'Cause we shine like the on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone we never wack
Said we're never that, and that is
And the nonstop disco powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be to bless the mic?

Now is the way we run it down
We're 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 a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, Mike's mic louder
Don't make me sound like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
go commando, don't know bandito
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and in the chateau, we got it goin' on
in the hot tub like it's '73
Lookin' his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all in the face, towel around my waist
What's up with that watch inside the case?
I go to make my move, out the place
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, microphone
Wine's been drunk, and been checked
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And the microphone to MCA

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

Now a spot check, hit the deck count down
I'ma 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 glad I grew up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called 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 to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to write and the pen fire
Construct a rhyme with intent
Flowin' from the braincells right the pen
And I put the book down, grab ahold the mic
Words so cold, turn water to ice
through the wire 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
through the speakers to shake 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 until the of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We rock the house until the break of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, don't