Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? Well I'm well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to
how you feelin' Mike D? Well I feel all good
All day is how we play in the
Well how you feelin' MCA? Well I right
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

hello everybody and how you been?
It's Ad Rock rappin' on the again
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I don't care
The MC whisperer, kinda a trainer
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit cheesy
Watch how it's done boy, it easy
The nonstop, off, kingpin, microphone boss
Do my own thing, you afford the cost
Of my rhyme style that the turnstile
'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
Your style is cheap boy, like a Dutch
You know not smokin' on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I lack
Ha-ha! And a fact
'Cause we shine the chrome on a Cadillac
You break a wishbone 'cause we never wack
Said we're never that, and is that
And we're the nonstop disco
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be next to 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 'til the break of dawn

See I mix my style up like a mixer
Smooth and fix ya a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, Mike's mic louder
make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, know bandito
Je m'appelle Michel,
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 that watch inside the glass
I go to make my move, out the place
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, microphone
Wine's been drunk, and head's checked
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And pass the to MCA

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

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', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a called Beat Bop
It mean a lot on my Walkman
Shout out to the Afrika
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you can't
I'd listen to the records and inspire
Sit down to write and the pen blazed
Construct a rhyme with intent
from the braincells right 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 they press it on wax, it in the store
The DJ's spin the record out on the
through the speakers to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you where we're comin' from

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house the break of dawn
Now D, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the until the break of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, don't