Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check 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 Adrock and D. and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got
Got rhymes that are and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my

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

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

it is, kick it!

Father to many, to none
And in you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped the party, the place was over packed
Saw the kid that my home boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can get high
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 played I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I like are (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the I like
I'll your honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm that green
I've got the girlie's from the places I been

it is, kick it!

You want to why, because I'm
October 31st, is my date of birth
I got to the party and you know what I did the
Taxing all females coast to coast
And I get my fill I'm chilly most
We girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch when I ring the bell
I chill at 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
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the and she started to flirt
I told her some and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank, I got a high jumbo
up a wooly and I watched Colombo

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

on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of
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 kind of voices that are in face
Like the bun to the burger, the burger to the bun
the cherry to the apple, to the peach 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 Adrock
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly
Beastie fly the biggest heads