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 feelin' D? Well I feel all good
All day is how we play in the
Well how you feelin' MCA? Well I feel
I my words 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 'cause I just don't care
The MC whisperer, kinda like a
I take rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the sound cheesy
Watch how done 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
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 is cheap boy, just like a Dutch
You know you're not smokin' on the much
There's a certain special talent that I lack
Ha-ha! And that's a
'Cause we shine like the on a Cadillac
You better a wishbone 'cause we never wack
Said never that, and that is that
And the nonstop disco powerpack
Uh, right, we go all night
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 up like a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, Mike's mic louder
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of powder
max and relax, champagne, mojito
Don't go commando, don't know
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and in the chateau, we got it goin' on
in the hot tub like it's '73
Lookin' over his shoulder and lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel around my
What's up with watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move, sneak out the
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, microphone
Wine's been drunk, and been checked
I see one last profiterole, I my play
And pass the to MCA

Nonstop, On the top, and you clock, then we
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 it down for ya how we run it down
for pound, keep 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 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 to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to and the pen blazed fire
Construct a with specific intent
Flowin' from the braincells through the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
Words flowin' so cold, turn to ice
Come through the wire saturate the
You put me in the mix it up at the plate
And then press it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's spin the out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the to shake 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 the break of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the until the break of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, don't