Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

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

Now this is the way we run it
We're gettin' you high on the funky
is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house 'til the of dawn

See I mix my style up like a cement
Smooth and fix ya like a elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make mic louder
Don't me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, know bandito
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and in the chateau, we got it goin' on
Quincy's in the hot tub it's '73
Lookin' his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel my waist
What's up with that watch inside the glass
I go to make my move, sneak out the
Undetected, not a trace
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's drunk, and head's been checked
I see one profiterole, I make my play
And pass the to MCA

Nonstop, On the top, and you clock, then we
fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip hop
So c'mon get down

Now it's a spot check, hit the deck down
'Cause break it down for ya how we run it down
Pound for pound, keep the basslines
See you watchin', clockin', jockin' my
But for real, I'm glad I grew up with hip hop
got mad love for a record called Beat Bop
It a lot spinnin' on my Walkman
Shout out to the Afrika
And to the S to the P the
The one MC, who you deny
I'd listen to the records and they'd
Sit to write and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme with specific
Flowin' the braincells right through the pen
And then I put the down, grab ahold the mic
flowin' so cold, turn water to ice
Come through the wire saturate the
You put me in the mix it up at the plate
And they press it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's spin the out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you hear where we're comin'

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the of dawn
Now D, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the house the break of dawn
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house the break of dawn
Beastie Boys in the house, stop