Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check in
Center on the mic
And we're it on wax
the new style

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 than Picasso got
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes are slick
I'm not you're on my dick

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 know good
The rhymes I write, you wish you

I'm never in training, my is not straining
People always and I'm sick of complaining
So I into the locker room during classes
Went into your and I smashed 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 case unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party, the place was over
Saw the kid that dissed my boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is
You better keep your mouth shut I'm fully strapped
I got in the bank, I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend that I'm so fly
I've got and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy
The I like are underage (Check it!)
with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I

There it is, it!

You want to why, because I'm
31st, that is my date of birth
I got to the party and you what I did the Smurf
Taxing all from coast to coast
And I get my fill I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies back at the
And then we all switch places I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the
But I'm fly at Fat Burger I way out west
whammy
All the fly ladies are on my
Went to the prom, wore the fly rental
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
up a wooly and I watched Colombo

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

Coolin' on the corner on a hot 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 bigger
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
Like the 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 at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads