Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool in
Center 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 more juice Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are
I'm not you're on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up D.
Ah yeah, me
I got and pork and beans
Always the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know good
The rhymes I write, you you would

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

it is, kick it!

Father to many, to none
And in case you're unaware I 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 'cause my phone 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 money and juice, twin in my bed
Their father had Aids so I shot him in the
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy
The I like are underage (Check it!)
with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm that green
I've got the girlie's numbers the places I been

it is, kick it!

You want to know why, I'm
October 31st, that is my of birth
I got to the party and you know I did the Smurf
all females from coast 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 it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
whammy
All the fly ladies are on my
Went to the prom, wore the fly rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
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 jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I Colombo

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

on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of
automatic 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 kind of 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 of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the party on the forty
Walking down the block the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest