Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

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

When we borrow your shit, you better hit the
You'll the plank for your 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 beats, show off big toys
Like of thunder from the cumulus clouds
So we'll pump up the beat and make it loud
Loud...
A, then 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 dick your
You'll crush out hard rock beats
Hard rock cold for fanitic freaks
Some people say this has done
We're here, now
And the won

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

Some...
Sometimes I write rythms rather write
He writes his and I mine
'n roll rythms are raunchy and rawkus
We're from Manhatten, from Secaucus
D AdRock 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, Mike D. in the to be
The Beastie showin' up in toy
That's
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You it, you know it
AdRock, uh uh
the party gets loose
Slop one, one
And your goin' the

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 nigros the got
Oh...