Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

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

Now this is the way we run it
gettin' 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 elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche
max and relax, champagne, mojito
Don't go commando, don't know
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 white in the face, towel my waist
What's up with that watch the glass case?
I go to make my move, out the place
Undetected, not leavin' a
Party's done, wrecked
Wine's drunk, and head's been checked
I see one last profiterole, I my play
And pass the to MCA

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

Now it's a spot check, hit the deck count
'Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we run it
for pound, keep the basslines round
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
But for real, I'm real glad I grew up hip hop
got mad love for a record called Beat Bop
It mean a lot on my Walkman
out to the Afrika Bam'
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you deny
I'd listen to the records and they'd
Sit down to and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme with specific
from the braincells right through the pen
And then I put the book down, ahold the mic
Words so cold, turn 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 DJ's spin the record out on the
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 until the break of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the until the break of dawn
Boys in the house, don't stop