Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
stage 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 Adrock and Mike D. and you
And I got juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes 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 and pork and beans
Always bust the new
I get it, I got it, I know it's
The rhymes I write, you wish you

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

it is, kick it!

Father to many, to none
And in you're unaware I carry a gun
into 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 money in the bank, I can get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin in my bed
Their father had so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar I'd be Page
The girlie's I like are (Check it!)
Girls boyfriends are the kinds I like
steal your honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making 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, that is my 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 chilly
We rag-tag back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I the bell
I chill at Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly are on my jammy
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the party and she to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she up her skirt
Spent some bank, I got a high jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I Colombo

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

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 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'
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the of voices that are in your face
the bun to the burger, like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the peach to the
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the on the forty deuce
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads