Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the check in
stage on the mic
And we're it on wax
the new style

Four and and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
Down with and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more juice than got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes are slick
I'm not surprised on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, up Mike D.
Ah yeah, me
I got franks and and beans
bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know it's
The I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my is not straining
People always and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room classes
Went into your locker and I your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm from
jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

There it is, it!

to many, married to none
And in you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party, the place was packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and shot him in the
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm strapped
I got money in the bank, I can get high
That's why girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, sisters in my bed
father had Aids so I shot him in the head
If I played I'd be Jimmy Page
The I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I
I'll steal honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the I been

There it is, it!

You want to know why, I'm
31st, that is my date of birth
I got to the party and you know what I did the
Taxing all females coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm most
We rag-tag girlies at the hotel
And then we all places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause the best
But I'm fly at Fat when I way out west
whammy
All the fly ladies are on my
to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the party and she to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her
Spent some bank, I got a powered jumbo
up a wooly and I watched Colombo

Let me my throat
Kick it over baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies,
Feel the drop

Coolin' on the on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin'
Some voices got treble, some voices got
We got the kind of voices that are in your
Like the bun to the burger, the burger to the bun
the cherry to the apple, to the peach to the plum
I'm the of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the Adrock
I'm D., I got all the fly juice
On the at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the with the fresh fly threads
Boys fly the biggest heads