Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
We're the b-boys, we regret
nothing wrong with your TV set
We're a gettin
We be harder
Our beats are bigger and and longer
Got real shit
You must
Not fake, not false, not
I can the drums, I can play gituar
Not just b-boys, but real stars
Rock, rock, rock...

we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck
You'll walk the plank for dis
Respect, respect, respect...
If you front on the Rock, run and hide
If you got static, take it outside
And you start to get dulled by the Beastie
Use real beats, show off big toys
Like claps of thunder from the clouds
So we'll up the beat and make it real loud
Loud...
A, scrach it...

Heavy metal running through your blood
Too rock step off the pud
Too much treble mid-range and
The beat's so hard it'll dick your
You'll crush out hard rock beats
Hard rock rythms for fanitic freaks
Some people say this has been
here, we're now
And the won

Fists...
Fists of fury in an MC
Rock so it'll knock you out
The first blow is a kick in the snout
The so def that you better beware
When you're bass right in your face
The crumble down, destroying the place
The finishing is the bokasat-slam
The final blow is the five jam

Some...
I write rythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I mine
Rock 'n roll are raunchy and rawkus
We're from Manhatten, you're Secaucus
D AdRock and MCA
Not before I can hear you say
In a way boys got juice
They're goin' off you they love to get loose
Get loose, get loose...

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, Mike D. in the to be
The Beastie showin' up in toy
That's
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You it, you know it
AdRock, uh uh
When the party loose
one, slop one
And goin' the boots

gettin' trouble
LOV on the New C.
R double R
off the by
Just off the jile
Like I my style
Gonna' my rhyme
All the the got style
Oh...