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 Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes are rough 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 franks and pork and
Always the new routines
I get it, I got it, I it's good
The I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my is not straining
People always biting and I'm sick of
So I went into the locker room during
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, married to
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 shot him in the
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully
I got in the bank, I can still get high
That's why girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got and juice, twin sisters in my bed
father had Aids so I shot him in the head
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 honey like I stole bike
My father, he's 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the numbers from the places I been

There it is, it!

You to know why, because I'm
31st, that is my date of birth
I got to the and you know what I did the Smurf
all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm chilly
We rag-tag girlies back at the
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 I way out west
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly ladies are on my
Went to the prom, wore the fly rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she up her skirt
some bank, I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a and I watched Colombo

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

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 automatic on my
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the
My posse's gettin' big and my gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some got bass
We got the kind of 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 of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the Adrock
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the on the forty deuce
Walking the block with the fresh fly threads
Boys fly the biggest heads