Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

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

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

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

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

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

the Ad Ad AdRock

MCA, Mike D. in the to be
The Beastie Boys up in toy
right
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You know it, you it
AdRock, uh uh
When the gets loose
Slop one, one
And your the boots

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