Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check 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!)
with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got juice than Picasso got paint
Got that are rough and rhymes 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
Always 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
always biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the room during classes
Went into your locker and I smashed your
You're from Secausus, I'm from
You're jealous of me because girlfriend is cattin'

it is, kick it!

Father to many, married to
And in you're 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 keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get
That's why your girlfriend thinks I'm so fly
I've got and juice, twin sisters in my bed
father had Aids so I shot him in the head
If I guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the I like
I'll steal your honey like I your bike
My father, he's 'cause I'm making that green
got the girlie's numbers 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
all females from coast to coast
And when I get my I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies at the hotel
And then we all switch when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly are on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue
Got six in my Lincoln Continental
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 and I watched Colombo

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

on the corner on a hot summer 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 pocket and my on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got
We got the kind of voices that are in your
Like the bun to the burger, 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 king of the
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads