Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
Center on the mic
And we're it on wax
It's the new

and three 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 than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and that 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
bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you

I'm never in training, my is not straining
People biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the room during classes
Went into locker and I smashed your glasses
from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because girlfriend is cattin'

There it is, it!

Father to many, married to
And in case unaware I carry 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 phone is
You better keep your mouth 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can get high
why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had Aids so I him in the head
If I played I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I like are (Check it!)
Girls with are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey I stole your bike
My father, he's 'cause I'm making that 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, is my date of birth
I got to the party and you know I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from to coast
And when I get my I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies at the hotel
And then we all switch places I ring the bell
I chill at White 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat when I way out west
whammy
All the fly ladies are on my
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
some bank, I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I watched

Let me my throat
Kick it here 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
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 gettin'
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your
Like the bun to the burger, 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 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 heads