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 and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and 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 and beans
bust 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
You're from Secausus, I'm from
You're jealous of me because girlfriend is cattin'

There it is, it!

Father to many, married to
And in case you're I carry a gun
Stepped into the party, the place was packed
Saw the kid that my home boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my is tapped
You better keep mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
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 guitar I'd be Page
The girlie's I like are (Check it!)
with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I your bike
My father, jealous 'cause 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 from coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm most
We rag-tag back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the
I chill at White Castle it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat when 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 and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her
Spent some bank, I got a high powered
up a wooly and I watched Colombo

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

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
automatic on my person
Got my hand in my and my finger's on the trigger
My gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got
We got the kind of voices that are in face
the bun to the burger, like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the to the plum
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the king of the
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the Adrock
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the party on the forty
Walking down the block with the fresh fly
Beastie Boys fly the heads