Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
stage on the mic
And puttin' 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 juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised on my dick

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

I'm in training, my voice is not straining
People biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went the locker room during classes
into your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm Manhattan
You're jealous of me your girlfriend is cattin'

There it is, it!

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

There it is, it!

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

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

Coolin' on the on a hot summer day
me, my posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of
Twenty-two automatic on my
Got my in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some got treble, some voices got bass
We got the of voices that are in your face
the bun to the burger, like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the peach to the
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the king of the
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the Adrock
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the party on the forty
Walking the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads