Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
We're the b-boys, we don't
There's nothing wrong your TV set
We're a loose
We couldn't be
Our are bigger and better and longer
Got real rock
You admit
Not fake, not false, not
I can play the drums, I can gituar
Not just b-boys, but real rock
Rock, rock, rock...

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

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

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

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

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, D. in the place to be
The Beastie showin' up in toy
right
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You it, you know it
AdRock, uh uh
the party gets loose
Slop one, one
And goin' the boots

Everybody trouble
LOV on the New C.
Double R R
off the by
Just off the jile
Like I my style
grab my rhyme
All the nigros the got
Oh...