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 play in the
Well how you feelin' MCA? I feel right
I speak my words on the 'cause the track sound tight
So if you're feelin' good and you're feelin'
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 'cause I just don't care
The MC whisperer, kinda a trainer
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a
Like macaroni 'cause the sound cheesy
Watch how it's done boy, it 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 control
I flow like the water out toilet bowls
style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch
You know 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 we never wack
Said we're that, and that is that
And we're the nonstop disco
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be next to bless the

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

See I mix my up like a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, Mike's mic louder
make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, don't know
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
Quincy's in the hot tub it's '73
Lookin' over his shoulder and lookin' at me
I'm all in the face, towel around my waist
up with that watch inside the glass case?
I go to my move, sneak out the place
Undetected, not leavin' a
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's checked
I see one last profiterole, I make my
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 everybody get

Now it's a spot check, hit the count down
'Cause I'ma break it for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the basslines
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
But for real, I'm real glad I grew up hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called 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 deny
I'd listen to the records and inspire
Sit down to and the pen blazed fire
Construct a with specific intent
from the braincells right through the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
flowin' so cold, turn water to ice
Come through the wire the tape
You put me in the mix nice it up at the
And they press it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's spin the record out on the
through the speakers to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you hear where we're comin'

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of
Now D, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house the break of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, stop