Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? I'm feelin' well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to
how you feelin' Mike D? Well 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 the track sound tight
So if feelin' good and you're feelin' right
Uh, step up and grab the mic

Well hello everybody and how you
It's Ad Rock rappin' on the microphone
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't
The MC whisperer, like a trainer
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit cheesy
Watch how it's boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, microphone
Do my own thing, you can't afford the
Of my rhyme style complete the turnstile
it's live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Back on the roll, I got total
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 talent that I never lack
Ha-ha! And a fact
'Cause we shine the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a 'cause we never wack
Said we're that, and that is that
And we're the nonstop powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be to bless the mic?

Now is the way we run it down
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 like a mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make mic louder
make me sound cheap like a box of douche 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
Quincy's in the hot tub like '73
Lookin' his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, around my waist
What's up with that watch the glass case?
I go to my move, sneak out the place
Undetected, not leavin' a
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's drunk, and head's been checked
I see one last profiterole, I make my
And the microphone to MCA

Nonstop, On the top, and you clock, then we
Never fakin', no mistakin', we be hip hop
So everybody get down

Now it's a spot check, hit the deck count
'Cause I'ma it down for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the basslines
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I grew up hip hop
Still got mad love for a called Beat 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 to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme specific intent
Flowin' from the braincells through the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
flowin' so cold, turn water to ice
Come through the wire saturate the
You put me in the mix nice it up at the
And then they it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's spin the record out on the
Comin' through the speakers to your eardrum
Braincells get lit, you hear 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 until the break of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of
Boys in the house, don't stop