Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

hello everybody and how you been?
It's Ad rappin' on the microphone again
I got grace, class, style, finesse and
motherfuckers 'cause I just don't care
The MC whisperer, kinda like a
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a
Like macaroni the shit sound cheesy
how it's done boy, it looks easy
The nonstop, goin' off, kingpin, boss
Do my own thing, you can't 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 like the out your toilet bowls
Your style is cheap boy, just a Dutch
You know you're not on the microphone much
There's a certain special 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
Said never that, and that is that
And we're the nonstop powerpack
Uh, that's right, we go all
Who gonna be next to bless the

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

See I mix my style up like a mixer
and fix ya like a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, Mike's mic louder
make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder
I'll max and relax, champagne,
Don't go commando, don't bandito
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
Quincy's in the hot tub like '73
Lookin' over his shoulder and he's at me
I'm all white in the face, towel around my
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
Wine's been drunk, and head's been
I see one last profiterole, I my play
And the microphone 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, the basslines round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
got mad love for a record called Beat Bop
It a lot spinnin' 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 to write and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme specific intent
from the braincells right through the pen
And I put the book down, grab ahold the mic
Words so cold, turn water to ice
Come the wire saturate the tape
You put me in the mix it up at the plate
And then they press it on wax, it in the store
The DJ's spin the record out on the
Comin' through the to shake your eardrum
Braincells get lit, then you hear where comin' from

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 until the break of
And MCA, yeah, get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of
Beastie in the house, don't stop