Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
stage on the mic
And puttin' it on wax
the new style

Four and and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
Down Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised 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 it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you

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

it is, kick it!

Father to many, married to
And in case unaware I carry a gun
into the party, the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my boy and shot him in the back
I had to get a 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth '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, sisters in my bed
father had Aids so I shot him in the head
If I guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I
I'll steal your honey like I stole your
My father, he's jealous I'm making that green
I've got the 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 and you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from to coast
And when I get my I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies back at the
And then we all switch places I ring the bell
I at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
whammy
All the fly are on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly 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
Spent some bank, I got a high powered
Rolled up a wooly and I Colombo

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

Coolin' on the corner on a hot day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two on my person
Got my hand in my and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the kind of that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
the cherry to the apple, to the peach to the plum
I'm the of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the Adrock
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the on the forty deuce
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie fly the biggest heads