Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

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

When we your shit, you better hit the deck
walk the plank for your dis
Respect, respect, respect...
If you on the Rock, best run and hide
If you got static, we'll it outside
And you to get dulled by the Beastie Boys
Use real beats, show off big toys
claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds
So pump up the beat and make it real loud
Loud...
A, scrach it...

Heavy metal tension through your blood
Too rock step off the pud
Too treble mid-range and bass
The beat's so it'll dick your face
You'll crush out hard hard beats
Hard rock rythms for fanitic freaks
Some people say this has been
We're here, now
And the won

Fists...
Fists of in an MC bout
Rock so hard knock you out
The very first blow is a kick in the
The beat's so def that you better
When you're talkin' right in your face
The walls crumble down, the place
The finishing touch is the
The final is the five finger jam

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

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, Mike D. in the to be
The Beastie Boys up in toy
That's
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You know it, you it
AdRock, uh uh
When the party gets
one, slop one
And your goin' the

Everybody trouble
LOV on the New C.
Double R R
off the by
Just takin' off the
Like I my style
grab my rhyme
All the nigros the got
Oh...