Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
the b-boys, we don't regret
There's wrong with your TV set
We're a loose
We be harder
Our beats are bigger and and longer
Got real rock
You must
Not fake, not false, not
I can play the drums, I can gituar
Not b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock, rock...

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

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

Fists...
of fury in an MC bout
Rock so hard it'll you out
The very blow is a kick in the snout
The beat's so def that you beware
When you're talkin' bass right in your
The walls crumble down, the place
The finishing is the bokasat-slam
The final blow is the five jam

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

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, D. in the place to be
The Beastie showin' up in toy
That's
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You know it, you it
AdRock, uh uh
When the gets loose
one, slop one
And your the boots

gettin' trouble
LOV on the New C.
Double R R
off the by
Just off the jile
Like I my style
Gonna' my rhyme
All the the got style
Oh...