Luyện nghe bài hát The New Style

And on the cool 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 are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not you're on my dick

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

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

There it is, it!

Father to many, to none
And in case 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 'cause my is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully
I got in the bank, I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend 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 girlie's I are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your
My father, he's jealous I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers the places I been

There it is, it!

You want to why, because I'm
October 31st, that is my date of
I got to the party and you what I did the Smurf
all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill I'm chilly
We rag-tag back at the hotel
And then we all switch places I ring the bell
I at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat Burger I way out west
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 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 wooly and I watched

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

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 on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in face
Like the bun to the burger, like the 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 King
I'm D., I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the deuce
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest