Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
Center on the mic
And puttin' it on wax
It's the new

Four and and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
Down with Adrock and D. and you ain't
And I got more juice Picasso 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, what up D.
Ah yeah, me
I got franks and and beans
Always bust the new
I get it, I got it, I know good
The rhymes I write, you you would

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

There it is, it!

Father to many, married to
And in case you're unaware I a gun
Stepped into the party, the was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and shot him in the
I had to get a beeper my phone is tapped
You keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get
That's why your girlfriend that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin in my bed
Their father had Aids so I shot him in the
If I played I'd be Jimmy Page
The I like are underage (Check it!)
with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll your honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I

it is, kick 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 coast to
And when I get my fill I'm chilly
We girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly are on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln
I met a girl at the party and she to flirt
I told her some and she pulled up her skirt
Spent bank, I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a and I watched Colombo

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

Coolin' on the on a hot summer day
me, my posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the
My posse's big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some got treble, some voices got bass
We got the of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger, the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the 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
Beastie Boys fly the biggest