Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

Well how you Ad Rock? Well I'm feelin' well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to
Well how you feelin' Mike D? Well I feel all
All day is how we play in the
Well how you feelin' MCA? I feel right
I speak my words on the track 'cause the sound tight
So if you're feelin' good and feelin' right
Uh, somebody up and grab the mic

Well hello everybody and how you
It's Ad rappin' on the microphone again
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
Murdalize 'cause I just don't care
The MC whisperer, kinda like a
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a
Like macaroni 'cause the shit sound
Watch how done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, microphone
Do my own thing, you afford the cost
Of my rhyme style that the turnstile
'Cause live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
on the roll, I got total control
I flow the water out your toilet bowls
Your is cheap boy, just like a Dutch
You know not smokin' on the microphone much
There's a certain special talent that I never
Ha-ha! And a fact
'Cause we like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone 'cause we never
Said we're never that, and is that
And we're the disco powerpack
Uh, right, we go all night
Who gonna be to bless the mic?

Now is the way we run it down
We're you high on the funky sound
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house the break of dawn

See I mix my style up like a mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a rhyme
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic
make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, know bandito
Je m'appelle Michel,
Me and in the chateau, we got it goin' on
Quincy's in the hot tub it's '73
Lookin' over his and he's lookin' at me
I'm all in the face, towel around my waist
What's up that watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move, out the place
Undetected, not leavin' a
Party's done, wrecked
been drunk, and head's been checked
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And the microphone to MCA

Nonstop, On the top, and you clock, then we
Never fakin', no mistakin', we be hip hop
So c'mon everybody get

Now it's a spot check, hit the count down
'Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we run it
Pound for pound, keep the round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real I grew up with hip hop
Still got mad love for a record called Bop
It mean a lot spinnin' on my
Shout out to the Afrika
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you can't
I'd listen to the records and inspire
Sit down to write and the pen blazed
a rhyme with specific intent
Flowin' from the braincells right the pen
And then I put the book down, grab the mic
Words flowin' so cold, water to ice
Come through the wire saturate the
You put me in the mix nice it up at the
And then they press it on wax, it in the store
The spin the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to shake eardrum
get lit, then you hear where we're comin' from

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We rock the house until the break of dawn
Now D, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the of dawn
Boys in the house, don't stop