Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check in
Center on the mic
And we're 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 Adrock and D. and you ain't
And I got more juice than got paint
Got that 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 and pork and beans
bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know it's
The rhymes I write, you 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 classes
Went your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm from
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is

There it is, it!

to many, married to none
And in case you're unaware I a gun
Stepped into the party, the place was over
Saw the kid dissed my home boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my is tapped
You keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got in the bank, I can still get high
That's why girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin in my bed
Their had Aids so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy
The girlie's I 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 'cause I'm making green
I've got the girlie's from the places I been

There it is, it!

You want to know why, I'm
October 31st, that is my of birth
I got to the party and you know I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from to coast
And I get my fill I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies at the hotel
And we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger I way out west
whammy
All the fly are on my jammy
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six in my Lincoln Continental
I met a at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some and she pulled 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 drop

on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin'
voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices are in your face
the bun to the burger, like the burger to the bun
Like the to the apple, to the peach 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 at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block with the fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest