Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
the b-boys, we don't regret
There's nothing with your TV set
We're a loose
We be harder
Our beats are bigger and better and
Got real rock
You admit
Not fake, not false, not
I can the drums, I can play gituar
Not just b-boys, but rock stars
Rock, rock, rock...

we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck
You'll walk the for your dis
Respect, respect, respect...
If you front on the Rock, run and hide
If you got static, we'll take it
And you start to get dulled by the Boys
Use real rock beats, show off big
Like claps of thunder from the clouds
So we'll pump up the beat and make it loud
Loud...
A, scrach it...

Heavy metal tension running your blood
Too much rock off the pud
Too much mid-range and bass
The beat's so hard dick your face
You'll crush out hard hard beats
Hard rock cold rythms for fanitic
Some people say has been done
here, we're now
And the won

Fists...
Fists of fury in an MC
so hard it'll knock you out
The very first is a kick in the snout
The so def that you better beware
When you're talkin' bass in your face
The crumble down, destroying the place
The finishing touch is the
The final is the five finger jam

Some...
Sometimes I write rythms rather write
He his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and
We're from Manhatten, you're from
D AdRock and MCA
Not long I can hear you say
In a way these got juice
They're off you know they love to get loose
Get loose, get loose...

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, D. in the place to be
The Boys showin' up in toy
right
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You know it, you it
AdRock, uh uh
the party gets loose
Slop one, one
And your goin' the

Everybody trouble
LOV on the New C.
R double R
off the by
Just off the jile
I lost my style
Gonna' grab my
All the the got style
Oh...