Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

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

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

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

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

Some...
Sometimes I write rythms rather rhymes
He his and I write mine
Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and
from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus
Mike D and MCA
Not before long I can 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 Boys showin' 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 the boots

Everybody gettin'
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...