Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check in
Center 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 with Adrock and Mike D. and you
And I got more juice than Picasso got
Got that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, up Mike D.
Ah yeah, me
I got franks and pork and
Always the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know good
The rhymes I write, you wish you

I'm in training, my voice is not straining
People always biting and I'm of complaining
So I went into the room during classes
Went into your locker and I your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm Manhattan
jealous of me because your 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 place was packed
Saw the kid that dissed my boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a 'cause my phone is tapped
You keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can get high
why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin in my bed
Their father had Aids so I shot him in the
If I played guitar I'd be Page
The I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I
steal your honey like I stole your bike
My father, jealous 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's from the places I been

There it is, it!

You to know why, because I'm
October 31st, that is my date of
I got to the and you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from to coast
And when I get my fill I'm chilly
We girlies back at the hotel
And we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause the best
But I'm fly at Fat when I way out west
whammy
All the fly are on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the party and she to flirt
I her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank, I got a powered 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 girls and a lot of
Twenty-two 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, some voices got
We got the kind of voices are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, 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 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 on the forty deuce
Walking down the block the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest