Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

Well everybody and how you been?
It's Ad Rock rappin' on the again
I got grace, class, style, and debonaire
Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just care
The MC whisperer, kinda a trainer
I sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni the shit sound cheesy
Watch how done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, microphone
Do my own thing, you afford the cost
Of my rhyme style complete the turnstile
'Cause it's live and direct, and I'm and wild
Back on the roll, I got control
I flow like the water out your toilet
Your style is boy, just like a Dutch
You know you're not on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent I never lack
Ha-ha! And that's a
'Cause we shine like the chrome on a
You break a wishbone 'cause we never wack
Said we're never that, and that is
And we're the nonstop powerpack
Uh, right, we go all night
Who be next to bless the mic?

Now this is the way we run it
We're gettin' you high on the 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 like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic
make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, don't know
Je m'appelle Michel,
Me and in the chateau, we got it goin' on
Quincy's in the hot tub it's '73
Lookin' over his shoulder and he's at me
I'm all white in the face, 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
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's checked
I see one last profiterole, I make my
And pass the to MCA

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

Now a spot check, hit the deck count down
'Cause I'ma break it for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, the basslines round
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a called Beat Bop
It a lot spinnin' on my Walkman
out to the Afrika Bam'
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you deny
I'd listen to the and they'd inspire
Sit down to write and the pen blazed
Construct a rhyme with specific
Flowin' from the braincells right the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
Words flowin' so cold, water to ice
through the wire saturate 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 out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to shake eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you where 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 until the break of
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of
Boys in the house, don't stop