Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you Ad Rock? Well I'm feelin' well
Bonafide, qualified, a story to tell
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 feel
I speak my words on the track 'cause the track tight
So if you're feelin' good and feelin' right
Uh, somebody step up and the mic

Well hello everybody and how you
It's Ad Rock rappin' on the again
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
motherfuckers 'cause I just don't care
The MC whisperer, like a trainer
I take rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni the shit sound cheesy
how it's done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, off, kingpin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you can't the cost
Of my rhyme style that complete the
'Cause live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
on the roll, I got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet
style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch
You know you're not on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I never
Ha-ha! And that's a
'Cause we like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone 'cause we never
Said we're never that, and is that
And the nonstop disco powerpack
Uh, right, we go all night
Who be next to bless the mic?

Now this is the way we run it
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 a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic
Don't make me 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 like '73
over his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all in the face, towel around my waist
What's up with watch inside the glass case?
I go to my move, sneak out the place
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and been 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 everybody get down

Now it's a check, hit the deck count down
'Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we run it
Pound for pound, keep the basslines
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
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 write and the pen fire
a rhyme with specific intent
Flowin' from the braincells through the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
Words so cold, turn water to ice
Come through the wire saturate the
You put me in the mix it up at the plate
And then they it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' the speakers to shake your eardrum
get lit, then you hear 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 the house until the break of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the until the break of dawn
Beastie in the house, don't stop