Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
stage 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 Adrock and Mike D. and you
And I got more than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are
I'm not you're on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, up Mike 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 in training, my voice is not straining
People always biting and I'm of complaining
So I went the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I your glasses
You're 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 was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and shot him in the
I had to get a 'cause my phone is tapped
You keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can get high
That's why girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, sisters in my bed
father 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 boyfriends are the kinds I
I'll steal your honey I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making green
got the girlie's 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 party and you know I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to
And when I get my fill I'm most
We rag-tag back at the hotel
And then we all switch 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
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln
I met a girl at the party and she 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
Just me, my 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 on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's bigger
Some voices got treble, some got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in 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 King
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the party on the deuce
Walking down the block the fresh fly threads
Boys fly the biggest heads