Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? I'm feelin' 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 speak my words on the track 'cause the track tight
So if you're feelin' good and feelin' right
Uh, somebody up and grab the mic

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

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

See I mix my style up like a mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make mic louder
Don't me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
max and relax, champagne, mojito
Don't go commando, know bandito
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
in the hot tub like it's '73
Lookin' over his and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel around my
What's up with that watch inside the case?
I go to make my move, sneak out the
Undetected, not a trace
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's been drunk, and head's been
I see one last profiterole, I make my
And the microphone 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 spot check, hit the deck count
I'ma break it down for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the round
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called Bop
It a lot spinnin' 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 they'd
Sit down to write and the pen blazed
Construct a rhyme with intent
Flowin' from the right through the pen
And then I put the book down, grab the mic
Words flowin' so cold, turn to ice
through the wire saturate the tape
You put me in the mix nice it up at the
And then they press it on wax, it in the store
The DJ's spin the record out on the
Comin' through the speakers to shake your
Braincells get lit, 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 rock the house 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