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 Mike D. and you
And I got more juice than got paint
Got rhymes are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not you're on my dick

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

I'm in training, my voice is not straining
People always and I'm sick of complaining
So I into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I smashed glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm from
You're jealous of me because your is cattin'

it is, kick it!

Father to many, married to
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 shot him in the
I had to get a beeper 'cause my is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully
I got in the bank, I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend that I'm so fly
I've got and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had Aids so I him in the head
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy
The I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the I like
steal your honey like I stole 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
October 31st, that is my of birth
I got to the and you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to
And when I get my I'm chilly most
We rag-tag back at the hotel
And then we all switch places I ring the bell
I chill at Castle 'cause 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, wore the fly rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln
I met a girl at the and she started to flirt
I her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank, I got a high jumbo
Rolled up a and I watched Colombo

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

Coolin' on the on a hot summer day
me, my posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two on my person
Got my hand in my and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin'
voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your
the bun to the burger, like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the to the plum
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the king of the
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
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest