Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
the b-boys, we don't regret
There's wrong with your TV set
We're a gettin
We be harder
Our beats are bigger and better and
Got real shit
You admit
Not fake, not false, not
I can play the drums, I can gituar
Not b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock, rock...

When we your shit, you better hit the deck
walk the plank for your dis
Respect, respect, respect...
If you on the Rock, best run and hide
If you got static, we'll it outside
And you start to get dulled by the Beastie
Use real beats, show off big toys
Like claps of thunder from the clouds
So we'll up the beat and make it real loud
Loud...
A, scrach it...

Heavy metal running through your blood
Too rock step off the pud
Too much treble and bass
The beat's so it'll dick your face
You'll crush out hard hard beats
rock cold rythms for fanitic freaks
Some people say this has done
here, we're now
And the won

Fists...
Fists of in an MC bout
Rock so hard it'll you out
The very blow is a kick in the snout
The beat's so def that you beware
When you're talkin' right in your face
The walls down, destroying the place
The finishing is the bokasat-slam
The final is the five finger jam

Some...
Sometimes I write rythms rather rhymes
He writes his and I write
Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and
We're from Manhatten, you're Secaucus
Mike D and MCA
Not long I can hear you say
In a way these got juice
They're goin' off you they love to get loose
Get loose, get loose...

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, D. in the place to be
The Beastie showin' up in toy
That's
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You know it, you it
AdRock, uh uh
When the party loose
one, slop one
And your the boots

gettin' trouble
LOV on the New C.
R double R
off the by
Just off the jile
Like I my style
Gonna' grab my
All the nigros the got
Oh...