Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check in
Center on the mic
And puttin' it on wax
the new style

Four and 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 juice than Picasso 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, up Mike D.
Ah yeah, me
I got and pork and beans
Always bust the new
I get it, I got it, I know good
The I write, you wish 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
from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is

it is, kick it!

Father to many, married to
And in case you're unaware I a gun
Stepped into the party, the was over packed
Saw the kid dissed my home boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper my phone 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 girlfriend thinks that 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 played guitar I'd be Jimmy
The girlie's I like are (Check it!)
with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I

it is, kick it!

You want to know why, I'm
October 31st, is my date of birth
I got to the and you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to
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 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 ladies are on my
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six in my Lincoln Continental
I met a at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she up her skirt
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,
the beat drop

Coolin' on the on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of
automatic on my person
Got my in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the kind of that are in your face
the bun to the burger, like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the peach to the
I'm the of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King
I'm D., I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly
Beastie fly the biggest heads