Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
Center on the mic
And puttin' it on wax
It's the new

and three and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
Down with Adrock and D. and you ain't
And I got more juice than got paint
Got rhymes are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up D.
Ah yeah, me
I got and pork and beans
Always bust the new
I get it, I got it, I it's good
The I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my is not straining
People biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during
Went your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm Manhattan
jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

There it is, it!

to many, married to none
And in case you're I carry a gun
into the party, the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is
You better keep your mouth 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can get high
That's why your thinks that I'm so fly
got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy
The I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I
I'll steal your honey like I your bike
My father, he's jealous I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the I been

There it is, it!

You want to why, because I'm
October 31st, is my date of birth
I got to the party and you know I did the Smurf
Taxing all females coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm most
We girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places I ring the bell
I at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly are on my jammy
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln
I met a girl at the party and she started to
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her
Spent some bank, I got a high jumbo
Rolled up a and I watched Colombo

Let me clear my
Kick it over here pop
And let all the fly skimmies,
Feel the beat

Coolin' on the corner on a hot day
me, my posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my
Got my hand in my pocket and my on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin'
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the kind of voices are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, the burger to the bun
the cherry to the apple, to the peach to the plum
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the on the forty deuce
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads