Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

hello everybody and how you been?
It's Ad Rock 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 sucker rappers, I put 'em a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit sound
Watch how it's boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, boss
Do my own thing, you afford the cost
Of my rhyme style complete the turnstile
'Cause live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Back on the roll, I got control
I flow like the water out your bowls
Your style is boy, just like a Dutch
You know you're not on the microphone much
There's a certain talent that I never lack
Ha-ha! And a fact
'Cause we like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone 'cause we never
Said never that, and that is that
And the nonstop disco powerpack
Uh, right, we go all night
Who be next to bless the mic?

Now is the way we run it down
We're gettin' you 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 cement
Smooth and fix ya like a rhyme
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, don't bandito
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and in the chateau, we got it goin' on
Quincy's in the hot tub like '73
Lookin' over his and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel my waist
What's up with that watch the glass case?
I go to my move, sneak out the place
Undetected, not leavin' a
Party's done, microphone
Wine's been drunk, and head's been
I see one last profiterole, I make my
And the microphone to MCA

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

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 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 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 rhyme specific intent
Flowin' from the braincells through the pen
And then I put the down, grab ahold the mic
flowin' 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 they it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to your eardrum
get lit, then you hear where we're comin' from

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the 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 gonna the house until the break of dawn
Beastie in the house, don't stop