Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
stage on the mic
And we're it on wax
It's the new

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

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

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

There it is, it!

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

it is, kick it!

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

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

Coolin' on the corner on a hot day
me, my posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of
Twenty-two on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the
My gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
Like the to the apple, to the peach to the plum
I'm the of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the Adrock
I'm D., I got all the fly juice
On the at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads