Luyện nghe bài hát Nonstop Disco Powerpack

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

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

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 'til the of dawn

See I mix my up like a cement mixer
Smooth and fix ya like a rhyme
Hey yo yo soundman, make mic louder
Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche
max and relax, champagne, mojito
Don't go commando, don't know
Je Michel, Perignon
Me and Claude in the chateau, we got it on
Quincy's in the hot tub like '73
over his shoulder and he's lookin' at me
I'm all white in the face, towel my waist
What's up that watch inside the glass case?
I go to make my move, out the place
Undetected, not leavin' a
done, microphone wrecked
Wine's drunk, and head's been checked
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 count down
'Cause I'ma break it for ya how we run it down
for pound, keep the basslines round
See you watchin', clockin', my sound
But for real, I'm real glad I up with hip hop
Still got mad 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 can't
I'd listen to the records and inspire
Sit down to and the pen blazed fire
Construct a with specific intent
Flowin' from the right through the pen
And then I put the 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 it on wax, sell it in the store
The DJ's the record out on the dancefloor
Comin' through the speakers to shake your
Braincells get lit, then you hear where comin' from

Ad Rock, huh, get it on
We gonna rock the until the break 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