Luyện nghe bài hát No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No till,
Brooklyn!

Foot on the
Never ever metal
Engine running hotter than a kettle
My job a job
It's a good time
City to city I'm my rhymes.
On
Touring the nation
Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger
But a turntable
I do I do best
Because I'm and able.
no faking
Your I'm taking
Going coast to coast to watch all the shaking.
you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the
Cold it live.

No till

plane
Another
Another bottle in the
girl
Another
Another all night.
Our crazy
He smokes dust
He's got his own at the back of the bus.
Tour around the
You around the clock
Plane to
on the jock.
We're trashing hotels it's going out of style
paid along the way
'Cause it's your while.
on the floor Ad-Rock's out the door
M.C.A.'s in the back he's skeezin' with a whore.
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a
dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back.

No till
No sleep till Brooklyn, no sleep till !

seen the light since we started this band
M.C.A. get on the mike, my man!
Born and Brooklyn
The U.S.A.
call me Adam Yauch
But I'm M.C.A.
Like a lemon to a
A to a lemon
I sip the def ale all the fly women.
Got limos, arena,
pictures and classy hoes
Step off
Get out of my way
little girlies from here to L.A.
up
Before I get to
'Cause be rockin' this party eight days a week!

No till
No sleep Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!
No till Brooklyn!

No sleep Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!
No sleep Brooklyn!

No till Brooklyn!
No till Brooklyn!