Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check in
Center 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 Adrock and Mike D. and you
And I got more than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and that are slick
I'm not surprised on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, up Mike D.
Ah yeah, me
I got franks and and beans
Always bust the new
I get it, I got it, I know good
The rhymes I write, you you would

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

There it is, it!

to many, married to none
And in you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party, the place was packed
Saw the kid dissed my home boy and shot 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 still get
why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had so I shot him in the head
If I guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I your bike
My father, he's 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers the places I been

it is, kick it!

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

Let me clear my
Kick it over 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 and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my
Got my in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got
We got the of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the 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 Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the on the forty deuce
Walking the block with the fresh fly threads
Boys fly the biggest heads