Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
Center on the mic
And we're 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 and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more juice Picasso got paint
Got that 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
Always the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know it's
The rhymes I write, you you would

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

There it is, it!

to many, married to none
And in you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped the party, the place was over packed
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 mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got in the bank, I can still get high
That's why girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had Aids so I shot him in the
If I guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making 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, that is my of birth
I got to the party and you know I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from to coast
And when I get my I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies back at the
And then we all switch places when I ring the
I at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
whammy
All the fly ladies are on my
Went to the prom, wore the fly rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the party and she started to
I told her rhymes and she pulled 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 automatic on my
Got my hand in my and my finger's on the trigger
My gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
the cherry 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 checkin' at the party on the forty
Walking down the block the fresh fly threads
Boys fly the biggest heads