Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

hello everybody and how you been?
It's Ad Rock on the microphone again
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't
The MC whisperer, like a trainer
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit sound
Watch how it's done boy, it easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, boss
Do my own thing, you can't afford the
Of my rhyme style complete the turnstile
'Cause it's live and direct, and I'm and wild
on the roll, I got total control
I flow like the water out your bowls
style 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 break a wishbone 'cause we wack
Said we're never that, and that is
And we're the disco powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be next to the mic?

Now is the way we run it down
We're gettin' you high on the funky
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the 'til the break of dawn

See I mix my style up like a cement
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make mic louder
Don't make me sound like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, don't know
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and in the chateau, we got it goin' on
Quincy's in the hot tub it's '73
Lookin' over his shoulder and 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 make my move, sneak out the
Undetected, not a trace
Party's done, microphone
been drunk, and head's been 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 everybody get down

Now it's a spot check, hit the count down
'Cause I'ma it down 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
got mad love for a record called 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 to the records and they'd inspire
Sit down to and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme with intent
from the braincells right through the pen
And I put the book down, grab ahold the mic
Words flowin' so cold, turn to ice
Come through the saturate the tape
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 the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you hear where we're comin'

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of
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 the break of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, stop