Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? 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
how you feelin' MCA? Well I feel right
I my words on the track 'cause the track sound tight
So if you're feelin' and you're feelin' right
Uh, somebody step up and the mic

Well hello 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 sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit cheesy
Watch how it's done boy, it looks
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, boss
Do my own thing, you afford the cost
Of my rhyme style that complete the
'Cause it's 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 you're not smokin' on the microphone
There's a certain talent that I never lack
Ha-ha! And that's a
'Cause we shine like the chrome on a
You better break a wishbone 'cause we wack
we're never that, and that is that
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
gettin' you high on the funky sound
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the 'til the break of dawn

See I mix my style up a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, Mike's mic louder
Don't me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
go commando, don't know bandito
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
Quincy's in the hot tub like '73
Lookin' his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel around my
What's up that 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 head's been
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And pass the to MCA

Nonstop, On the top, and you clock, we rock
fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip hop
So c'mon get down

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 round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a record Beat Bop
It mean a lot spinnin' on my
Shout out to the 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 and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme specific intent
Flowin' 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 saturate the tape
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 the record out on the dancefloor
through the speakers to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you hear where we're 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 the house until the break of dawn
Boys in the house, don't stop