Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
stage on the mic
And puttin' 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 Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more juice than got paint
Got rhymes that are and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised 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 it's
The rhymes I write, you you would

I'm never in training, my voice is not
People biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker during classes
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 case you're I carry a gun
Stepped into the party, the was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get
That's why your 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 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 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the I been

it is, kick it!

You want to why, because I'm
October 31st, is my date of birth
I got to the and you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm most
We rag-tag girlies 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 when I way out
whammy
All the fly ladies are on my
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her
Spent some bank, I got a powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I watched

Let me my throat
Kick it here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies,
the beat 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
automatic on my person
Got my hand in my 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 that are in your 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 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 on the forty deuce
Walking down the with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads