Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
We're the b-boys, we regret
There's nothing with your TV set
a gettin loose
We couldn't be
Our beats are and better and longer
Got real rock
You admit
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 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, take it outside
And you start to get dulled by the Beastie
Use real rock beats, show off big
Like claps of thunder from the clouds
So we'll pump up the beat and make it real
Loud...
A, scrach it...

Heavy metal tension running your blood
Too much rock off the pud
Too much mid-range and bass
The beat's so hard dick your face
You'll crush out rock hard beats
Hard rock cold rythms for freaks
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 first blow is a kick in the snout
The so def that you better beware
When you're talkin' bass in your face
The walls crumble down, the place
The finishing touch is the
The final blow is the finger jam

Some...
Sometimes I write rythms write rhymes
He writes his and I mine
Rock 'n roll rythms are and rawkus
We're from Manhatten, you're Secaucus
Mike D and MCA
Not long I can hear you say
In a way these got juice
goin' off you know they love 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 it, you know it
AdRock, uh uh
When the party gets
one, slop one
And goin' the boots

Everybody gettin'
LOV on the New C.
R double R
off the by
Just takin' off the
I lost my style
Gonna' grab my
All the the got style
Oh...