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

Four and and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
Down with and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more juice Picasso got paint
Got rhymes are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, up Mike D.
Ah yeah, me
I got and pork and beans
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 biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during
Went into your locker and I smashed your
You're from Secausus, I'm Manhattan
You're jealous of me because girlfriend is cattin'

it is, kick it!

Father to many, to none
And in case you're unaware I a gun
into 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 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully
I got money in the bank, I can get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks I'm so fly
got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their had Aids so I shot him in the head
If I played I'd be Jimmy Page
The I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I your bike
My father, he's jealous I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers 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 party and you 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 we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the
But I'm fly at Fat Burger I way out west
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly are on my jammy
Went to the prom, the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the and she started to flirt
I told her rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank, I got a high jumbo
up a wooly and I watched Colombo

Let me clear my
Kick it over 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 girls and a lot of
automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my on the trigger
My posse's big and my posse's gettin' bigger
voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, like the 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 Adrock
I'm D., I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the deuce
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest