Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

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

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

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

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

Some...
Sometimes I write rythms rather rhymes
He writes his and I mine
Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and
We're from Manhatten, from Secaucus
D AdRock and MCA
Not before I can hear you say
In a way these boys got
They're off you know 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 gets loose
one, slop one
And your goin' the

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