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 Adrock and Mike D. and you
And I got more juice Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my

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

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

it is, kick it!

Father to many, to none
And in you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party, the was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and him in the back
I had to get a beeper 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 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!)
with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making 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 what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to
And when I get my I'm chilly most
We girlies back at the hotel
And then we all places when I ring the bell
I chill at Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat when I way out west
whammy
All the fly are on my jammy
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
up a wooly and I watched Colombo

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

Coolin' on the corner on a hot day
me, my posse 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 gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices 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 of the Ave., and I'm the king 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 on the forty deuce
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie fly the biggest heads